Awkward Tantrum
The small group of people in front of Michael
Kors pretended not to see. They walked passed as if their conversations had
taken them to a different universe so far away they no longer had a connection
to this Earth. Why was the screaming so loud?
The sky was grey and the air was moist;
however, streams of sunlight continued to peak out of the clouds. The cold
breeze blew past the trees, the people, the strip of high-end clothing stores
and the one screaming at the top of his lungs.
The little boy twisted and pulled to escape the
death grip of his father’s hand. He was no older than two yet had the will and
strength of a kung fu fighter. The boy screamed and cried as if he was being
murdered right in front of everyone. The small group of people in front of the
store grew to a small crowd. No one could help and no one wanted to.
“We’re going home David, stop it!” the man
yelled as he tugged the little boy past the florescent directory.
The boy continued to scream and sob, “No!”
His face was red with anger and rage.
The moving crowd tried not to look at the
father and son out of respect to the embarrassing episode. One small girl who
sat on a stone in the corner of the mall entrance watched calmly in amazement.
Her eyes were opened wide and continued to watch as the man and son walk toward
her. She stood up and began walking behind them reaching out for the boys hand.
“Dad, why is he crying?” the girl asked.
