Not alla them
Me: I’m gonna fucking punch them both in the face and then call the cops.
Her: Then they’ll be dealing with you and not her.
Olivia’s death definitely messed with me a bit this past week.
But so did another very disturbing thing that also took my breath away.
See, Firecracker and I were sitting in a park and this little Asian girl went running to her mother…with a CLEARLY compound fracture in her arm.
It was dangling off her elbow like a limp noodle. Both the Firecracker and I gasped when we saw it.
Any idiot could see that this kid was about to go into shock; the pain musta been insane for this 5-6 year old.
Yet BOTH parents were yelling at her and asking her what happened, as if that mattered.
And the mother started shaking the broken arm as if it was a wet towel.
Yup, you read that right. She most definitely made things worse and that girl was definitely in shock.
Almost lost my shit.
You have to call an ambulance. Now! I yelled.
But they essentially ignored me, continuing to blame the kid for having a broken arm.
The father continues to look at his phone while the mother goes to check the bus schedule.
I’m doing my level best to control my temper when the Firecracker tells me that the parents are probably overwhelmed but I don’t think so.
The kid and mom start walking, we hope, to the hospital, which is miles away while the father remains with the other two kids, casually looking at his phone.
Had to leave because I was so upset by this whole thing; was worried I’d get into a shouting match with the dad in front of his two other kids.
I hate people.
Well, not all people. Just most.
Location: my somewhat air conditioned pad with the kid
Mood: hard to explain
Music: why you gotta be so heartless I know you think it’s harmless (Spotify)
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