That’s when the surname of the diary appeared on her mom’s phone screen. This young, academically renowned West African nation recorded an audio message for her 5-year-old sister: I miss you more! I love you very much.
Then no one could contact her.
“All I did was wait for her to call,” said Binta Sow, 40, as he lifted another tissue to her face. “The world stopped.”;
Millions of people are now following the case by posting messages of support for her diary and family from three continents. The French police, working with Senegalese investigators, have expanded the search to several cities, but the problem remains. Authorities have alerted officers across the Schengen area of her disappearance.
There is so much anguish in Senegal that the president calls her diary “the rising star”. Her first novel, a twisted love story, debuted last year. She plans to pursue a career in engineering, the Lycée Louis-le-Grand. Her school marks the beginning of France’s leading science-focused universities.
Diary received a full scholarship.
“You can do anything,” said her uncle Mahfouz Sarr. “She is very smart as she ages. She is very powerful.”
Last evening, they had a chat, her mother said, diary sounded excited. The class will return to work the next morning.
She spends her vacations in the dorm room, reading and ordering hamburgers. The diary is not a lot of people to go out with, Binta said. The coronavirus epidemic has made socializing less attractive.
New Year’s Eve is an exception. Travel diary to Toulouse, France to visit family, friends, mother and daughter. Most of them were sitting still, Binta said.
Her mother remembered that her diary sounded fine while describing the reunification. The timing was indifferent. She said that she came back to her dorm room to prepare for the school day. (The researcher confirmed that she had entered the information.)
Diary of a housewife and a baker goes to school with the wealthier children. Do you face any foreign matter or not? Bullied?
“My daughter never bothered to talk about that,” Binta said. “If someone doesn’t like her, you just walk away.”
A naturally reserved diary, she is known to dislike studying. She is busy reading and writing.
She recently finished her second book, said her mother, and wanted to proofread it one more time before sending it to the publisher, “Under the Face of an Angel”. Her first time gained praise in Senegal.
Internet detective wondered: what about the pressure? What if you run away from it all?
Bin eyes could not imagine that
“My daughter is very clear what she will do and what she will not do,” said the mother. “She is not pretending to impress anyone.”
She also said that Diary is close to her family. She enjoyed baking a birthday cake with her father who grew up in the village of Malicounda Bambara, about 50 miles southeast of the capital, Dakar, she was deeply saddened when he died in April, her mother said. But focus on comforting her family.
At home, they kept her bed with a blanket covered with red hearts. Her bookshelves are still crammed up. Her initials (DS) were engraved in the wood.
The diary usually calls her mom on weekends – weekdays are school days. But quickly responded to a WhatsApp voicemail from his five-year-old sister, Amy Colle.
“I miss you. I love you, ”said the little girl on January 3rd,“ When will you come home? ”
“Honey, I miss you more,” the diary replied on WhatsApp. “I love you so much.”
She promised to come home on vacation.
Every Binta message sent thereafter is opened according to the read receipt.
A day later, the Diary’s school reported that she was missing.
Her mother said it had nothing to do with the disappearance. The diary should be safe in Paris. Many students dream of studying there.
“I put everything on God,” Binta said.
The diary’s mother said she was grateful for the overwhelming love, the neighbor throwing away the cash envelope, a traditional gesture of support during the tragedy.
On Wednesday, her living room was filled with unexpected visitors. There was a village mayor, a local lawmaker, a man wearing a T-shirt with the face of a diary. They gathered below the Diary’s Framed Academic Award.
Everyone turned their palms up and prayed for an answer.
Bin’s phone, the eyes resting on her lap, lit up.
Not her daughter Not her daughter