“Come on Mommy, let’s go home.” Sarah yanks on her mother’s sleeve as tears trail down her face. “Please mommy, I’m cold and it’s very wet out here.”
Her mother doesn’t budge nor wake from her park-bench-slumber. “Mmm, go play with the other kids, honey. Mommy’s sleeping.” She slurs without opening her eyes.
“But Mommy, there’s nobody.” Sarah looks toward the desolate playground. After last night’s rain, the playground even looks a bit haunted. “Mommy please.”
Suddenly, she hears a can being kicked. Frightened, she hurriedly climbs to the highest spot on the playground, where she sits and silently sobs.
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This is Another Story 
Heartbreaking
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There is such sadness in being neglect towards children, who depend so much on the adults in their lives.
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And it’s sad that this is happening all around us.
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Poor child, with no one to protect her. Let’s hope the can-kicker is harmless. Mum is a loss, for sure!
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I hope so, too, though when I wrote the story, I was imagining a homeless guy picking cans out of the garbage bin.
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very sad unfortunately many children have to grow up all too soon
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“sits and silently sobs” – such nice alliteration.
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Thanks. 🙂 I knew I had to put that somewhere.
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Well told.
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Thank you.
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So sad, and a fact for some children, words fail me
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it looks like mom is biding her time to tell her daughter that they’re homeless. the place they call home is gone.
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It sure looks like it but I think Sarah already knows. I think adults often don’t give children enough credit.
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