Cruel Mother

The child shies away and my pity slowly turns to anger. Anger for that mother, that has no regard what so ever to her child, that is a better person than her. As I think of how much more mature the child had seemed than his mother I couldn’t control myself any longer, and stopped the mother in her task of stacking, simultaneously stopping her in her rant. “Don’t you think your a little harsh maam?” I smile, barely controlling my anger for the sorry excuse of a mother in front of me. “Who are you?” the mother said it with venom and a tinged of curiosity in her voice. This woman was probably wondering why a teenage girl was talking to her. “Look lady this kid was doing a much better job stacking the things he knocked over than you, and don’t you think your a little over dramatic? he’s just a kid.” As I say these words, they start to sound like curses, and the mother's face turns to regret. She bowed her head, and whispered “sorry” in a very faint voice, grabs her kid and runs off.