Mom's Disappearance and Bridge Threat

Started out with all family living in manhattan. We we\'re taking a nice stroll around a park on the east side. Then next day mom said she was leaving. Don\'t think it was due to dad cheating on her or anything. So she left, we all thought she would be back soon, because she didn\'t want to stay at a hotel or anything. Just kindof live on the streets. She\'d call every other day. It\'s been over a week now and I\'m determined to get her home. I talk to her next time she calls and ask where she is. She won\'t tell me but she says I can meet her in this park. I go and find her walking around. We walk together and I ask her what her plan is and why she won\'t come back. Her answer is vague/didnt make sense. She leaves. I\'m sad. I\'m determined to find her. Next day, I call her cell phone and she answers this time. I walk by this chain link fence in the park that has the dark construction netting over it and hear her on the other side as I she talks to me on the phone. I stop as say \'look left\' to where I am standing on the other side. She gasps and comes out from the other side. \"How did you find me? Blah blah\" next I know we\'re in a clinic near the park(lower east side park on the water somewhere). We\'re walking around inside. The place is like a mix of a library and a hospital. People are scattered about, most sitting in the chairs lining the rooms. Most rooms seem like waiting rooms. I follow my mom as she seems to know where she\'s going. We\'re talking: \'so what\'s your plan mom?\' She pauses, \'well\....I\'m thinking about the bk bridge..\' Knowing what that means, I ask \'what for\' anyway. She looks at me and says \'..you know..\' I start to tear up and say \'Why!?\'  She looks at me and says..\'well..you know..what do you do all day!?\' In an insinuating way that makes it sound like what we, her children, and all the people of this world, do nothing meaningful all the time. I start chocking up which quickly turns to tears and crying. Through my just started crying, I say \'well..miss you..!\' She then stops and looks at me for a second before turning back and continuing on in front of me, up a short flight of carpeted stairs. I can see the tears in her eyes and one roll off her face. \'Thats..kindof..a perfect answer..\' She says through her crying. She continues on and I follow her up the stairs. End.