Something wasn’t right.
That’s when I saw the peeled long stick at her mother’s side. The girl moved, and like lightening, it shot out from the mother’s side and caught her legs.
Her tiny little legs.
She was no more than four years old. Her legs were marked up and down with red marks.
My heart hammered. Everyone in the fast food restaurant was quiet, watching.
“See,” the mother said. “Look at what you did. You made everyone stare at us.” [Read more...]