The search for Kamcheche continued. Her mum was so restless she never slept a wink. Kamcheche was her only source of joy after losing her own child. And she was not alone, even Kamcheche’s nanny missed her and her juicy stories. The gateman missed her cheekiness and if animals could speak, the family cat would have said it missed her companionship. The sombre mood continued in that house for three weeks. Other than few Inquiries and the occasional screams and cries by the mother, much wasn’t said in that household
That night, with all the hope gone, Kamcheche’s parents walked into their bedroom and changed into their night regalia in silence. They even seemed to be avoiding each other’s eyes as if neither of them wanted to admit that they had lost hope of ever finding her. When her mum kept tossing as it had become her norm, her husband became agitated.