All I Can Do Is Wait

This piece is for audience between the ages of 12-18. It's purpose is to write so others can see that a child needs nothing more than a parent's love and guidance. Abandonment is not an option. As well having hope is always essential.
It's so strange that despite being in a bright green highly noticable outfit, one one has even noticed me yet on this hard floor. I guess mabey it's because i'm in a distant from the rest of them. I lie here on this abandoned, silent platform with nothing else to do but to wonder why. I can't tell time, but judging by the transformation of day turning into night, I can tell it's been a while. I am unable to move in this stiff green suit to see my surroundings, all I am able to view is the night sky and the glare of the daylight. I'm keeping my tiny fingers crossed hoping that the sun won't come out and shine directly at me. I'm not even one year old yet, I don't want to go blind. Besides that i really want to look my father in the eye for him to see my pity look ans then see the guilt in his eyes for leaving me here.
I knew he didn't want to take care of me but I didn't know he would go to this extreme of just leaving me lying on the ground in the middle of nowhere. I can't understand what him and my mother argue about, but judging by the way he always points his finger at me while arguing with my mom, I can tell it's probably about me. Even when my mom wants him to babysit me for a few hours, he always has an angry tone and he always yells at me for crying while he watches tv. Is it my fault that as a baby I need my formula every 3 hours? Does he want me to live in a soaking diaper? If that was the case then why wasn't he more careful when spending time with my mom before she made me? I'll never understand the way adult's brains work. I wish I remain a 10 month old baby for the rest of my life. Their lives just look to complicated.
I really hope he feels sorry for the pain he is putting my mom through all now an just decides to tell her where he left me. He looked as if he was at is breaking point when I was so hungary that i just has to continuosly cry to get what i want. I regret it now, i should have just kept this loud mouth shut, mabey he wouldn't have gotten so frustrated and just leave me on a hard wooden ground. He probably went into the grocery store all calm an peaceful without me. Mabey this is all my fault. He didn't even care what he was putting me in to wear while dressing me to go out into public.
I really feel sorry for my poor mother who is probably going ballistic trying to find me. She loves me so much. I hope she finds me soon because it's starting to get really cold out here and it seems by the sky that it's starting to get dark. All I can do now is just wait for her all by myself in this ugly looking pea suit. I hope to mabey hear the footsteps of someone walking onto this deserted platform or mabey hearing the rushing steps of my mothers shoes. I can only wait, because what else can this helpless baby do?