Headed to my physical therapy appointment I was at a heavy traffic intersection, I was stopped at the traffic light.

I looked to my right up a head near the entrance of an underway -and I spotted a mother and her Curley haired son.

As she pulled him by his hand, I smiled as I thought of thought of walks I had with Xavier before I got my license.

The woman was hurrying now with her son as I said she was pulling him along and that’s when it happened- she made him fall onto his knees and dragged him a little.

He tried to stop and hold his probably skinned legs. Traffic noise was too high I imagine he was crying.

The mom wouldn’t stop for a second to let the boy tend to his pain. He kept grabbing his knees as she yanked him along.

Two lanes over plus on the sidewalk of under the way they were too far for me to even interviene.

And what would I say if I could? My implicit bias told me she was young.

What saddened me is this woman didn’t care that this child was hurt? Or that she hurt him.

Or maybe she did. What did I know?

Judging From my seat in my car from afar.

All I could see is a woman who has some place to be and little regard for the child in tow.

Maybe they were late for a doctors appointment- what do I know?

I just hope that this is not a regular occurrence for the sake of this young boy.