Crying boy
A boy and his mother walked into the store, he saw a small plush and dropped to the floor. The mother yanked and shouted stop, the boy started screaming and shouting his wants. Little did the boy know, she was drowning in bills and her stress level rose. People all around the store witnessed this boy throw his tantrum, no money for the plush and no way to calm him down. She started to look at the door, she walked away from her crying child, and without a care left the store. She never looked back not even once, she abandoned her child with no words to speak. All because she couldn't afford a toy. But does this make her a bad mother? For all who heard, she was most likely doing the boy a favor.
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
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