fairygirl686
He bent foreward to console me. I turned and stared down his hand on its' way to my shoulder and it faltered...Then ceased its' path. His eyes whispered "Why?" but his face knew. I couldn't forgive, even in the light of such a tragedy. What was there is STILL gone and no sudden jolt to my life was going to change that. The separation was not mutual, but a requirement. This weight would be born on my own.
She turned, gaped, stared, as the mom in crew-cut jeans dragged her child along on one of those child leashes. What's up with that? she thought. It's not like it's my business, but there's something drastically inhumane about that....But who's to say what a mother can and can't do? Maybe the child needs restraint! Maybe he has a severe mental condition that makes him harm the other people, the "normal" people and-Stop. It's not like your opinion is validated. No matter how you look at it, you're stereotyping. She sat down shakily and looked at her reflection in the storefront window. Maybe when I have a kid, I'll know why that mom in the crew-cut jeans would hold her son and drag him like an imperfection, she thought.