I recently witnessed a heartbreaking scene while grocery shopping.
Three women had a young girl trapped, pinning her against some shelves. One of the tormentors looked older than the rest; possibly her mother. The other two were teenagers — maybe her sisters. My gaze shifted to the girl, who looked about 8 or 9. The three were mumbling and laughing as the young girl cried.
Sadness flooded my heart.
I glanced back at the scene just as the older woman pulled the girl's hair. She started to sob.