Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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.”

responded with exasperation, “You’re

was unintentional. Besides, your daughter seems fine.

Sabrina and Jennie were no less well-dressed. The woman’s

social backgrounds, Sabrina believed that common decency should guide one’s actions, especially when

this woman was a futile endeavor, and there was no hope

retrieved her phone and

back to her formative years in the countryside, under the care of

in the notion that there was no need to complicate matters. Whenever Sabrina encountered

those moments, she had yearned for someone to

never harbored any resentment toward her grandparents, recognizing their limitations in knowledge and fortitude. Yet, she was resolute in

woman sneered, her voice