We just saw one of the saddest scenes while we were out for breakfast: two rotten parents fighting hatefully in front of their little boy. When they weren't yelling at each other, they barked at the boy. At one point, I saw the boy accidentally touch his boot to his father's shoe under the table, and the father jerked his foot away in disgust. At another, the boy turned his back to his parents in the booth, and stared at nothing solemnly.
After the family drove away in their Jaguar, our server told us that each of their visits to the restaurant is like the one we witnessed. She said last week, the father slapped the boy because he didn't order tomatoes. This - in public. I shudder to think how the boy is treated in the privacy of their home.
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