Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina found herself taken aback, her eyes traveling up and down the woman’s figure before she posed the question, “Are you his parent?”

With a touch of urgency, she continued, “Your timely appearance is rather fortunate. It seems your child has inadvertently sent mine tumbling from the slide. Might I kindly request an apology?”

In response, the woman shot Sabrina a skeptical glance and retorted.

“Why should I take your word for it? There are so many children here.”

Sabrina didn’t miss a beat and firmly stated, “He’s already admitted.

The woman turned to her son, a condescending air in her voice as she remarked, “Well, he’s just a child. He might be saying it out of fear.”

Sabrina, undeterred, suggested, “If you doubt my word, we can head to the monitoring room and check the surveillance video.”

with exasperation,

your daughter seems

boy was decked out in designer clothing, Sabrina and Jennie were no less well-dressed. The woman’s

guide one’s actions, especially when

that reasoning with this woman was a futile endeavor, and there was no hope for resolution in

her phone and placed a call to the

to her formative years in the countryside, under the care

rural integrity, steadfast believers in the notion that there was no need to complicate matters. Whenever Sabrina encountered adversity at school, her

she had yearned for someone to

Yet, she was resolute in her determination not to let Jennie undergo the same tribulations and