Xxx: I walked around my old neighborhood. I decided to smoke, to posthumously, near the childhood store. At this time the girl approached, and at the entrance staircase to the store left a wheelchair. I am still in my thoughts, I remember running here for Scooby-Doo stickers and here I get that the wheelchair with a child stands, and already a third cigarette. Like you, I think of the sin to keep the wheelchair away, so that nothing happens to the baby, and then make the mother a tough excuse, like yours. However, just as I approached the wheelchair, the mother of the child came out of the store. She stared confusedly from the top of the stairs as I stopped near her wheelchair and didn’t get up into the store. And then I had no idea what improvisation was, but instead of the planned moral teaching, I gave out with a loud voice:

“Nothing, nothing, next time you can stop me, and I will eat your baby’s flesh.



I turned and went looking around, because I understood that I could hardly eat, but no, she was standing like a buried on the top of the staircase, then rushed to the child, and then I turned over the corner and ran, because I understood that I was quite overcrowded.



If you’re reading this, and knowing yourself, I hope you’re not offended, and now you understand that I’ve sincerely tried to help, fucking know what it was at the last moment, forgive me)