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.”

woman responded with exasperation,

did bump into yours, it was unintentional. Besides, your daughter seems fine. Are you trying to blackmail me?”

was decked out in designer clothing, Sabrina and Jennie were

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

reasoning with this woman was a futile endeavor,

her phone and placed a call to

response, Sabrina’s mind drifted back to her formative years in the countryside, under the care of

notion that there was no need to complicate

moments, she had yearned for someone to champion her

never harbored any resentment toward her grandparents, recognizing their limitations in knowledge and fortitude. Yet, she was resolute in her determination not to let Jennie undergo the same tribulations

the woman