Into a million pieces.

It happened a couple of days ago.

I was at Parramatta Bus stop after skool, it was a normal busy day at the heart of the busy CBD and I was on my way home.

Then i heard a womans voice.

It was a rough, course voice from a even more harsh looking woman underneath the bus shelter.
At first i didn't really pay attention to what she was saying till she was yelling loud enough for everyone to hear.
She was saying things like:
"It's all youre fault! Great! We mised the bus and it's all your f#@king fault! Now we'll have to walk there, you stupid idiot!"
I was quite alarmed by her language and she continued on with it. I didn't know who she was yelling at because she was blocking the view.
I didn't want to poke into anyone else's business but i was curious and so was everyone else present there.

Then, I noticed a pair of small, pale and fragile legs.
She was yelling at a child.
I didn't understand why she was so mad at the child. Then she said,
"Get the f*@k up! YOu didn't hurry so we're going to walk!!"

Those pale, fragile legs started to get up at her order.
It was a boy, a small and skinny boy around the age of 7 or 8.
What in the world?! Who would yell such profanities to a young child! I was shocked.

And then i noticed something that made my chest tighten.

Those frail legs were encased in braces, both of them.
And when he walked, his right leg limped and twisted in a deformed way, causing his hand to flay infront of him.

And there was his mum, holding his hand, dragging him.

"Hurry the F*&k up! I said walk FASTER!!!"

This wasn't right.
I watched in horror as the small boy followed his mother...
trying so hard to keep pace with her, but prevented by his painful steps.

He wasn't fast enough for her.
She grew impatient of his slowness and limping.

She then tugged him and started to drag him.

This wasn't right at all.

I watched this woman drag the boy violently, never looking back to see how he was.
I watched her lead him like a dog.
I watched his expressionless face, staring ahead.
I watched as they passed me, only 2 metres away from me.

It couldnt get any worse, I thought. This type of thing shouldn't really exist.

I stopped thinking as I gasped and held my breath.

He fell.

I watched in horror as his fragile body fell on the ground.

My heart ripped in two.

And his mother kept yelling at him...

I looked around and everyone around me looked just as horrified. The whole sight was just too....i can't explain it...it was just....beyond wrong.

But nobody did anything.

I seriously stopped breathing for a moment and I couldn't hold back the tears.
My heart officially shreaded into a million pieces and fell out of my butt.

SOmehow I managed to watch him painfully pull himself back on his feet (not very succesfully) and trail slowly behind her.

Everybody was shocked at the profound event. A woman across the road looked like she was about to cry.
I felt like kicking myself because I didn't stop it.
But I though about it and there really wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't drag him away from his tyranicle mother, even though that was all I thought about doing.

My head was stuffed up for the rest of my day.
Im very lucky to be surrounded by good and caring people, that I sometimes forget that there are less fortunate children out there. But then I get slapped in the face with reality when seeing things like this and I really apprieciate what I have.

I'm really angry that I didn't do anything. I almost want to track him down and...well I don't really know what I would do then.....um...fly over and save him? I would if I could.
Theoretically I know things like this happen but actually seeing it....gosh....I'll never forget it.

I wrote this not just to get this off my chest but to also promote awareness of Cerebral Palsy and also the unjust treatment of children.

Thanks for taking your time in reading this if you've reached the bottom
LAS-T