Post 4: Forgiveness

The screaming could be heard from one end of the mall to the other. A young child was being held down by her mother and father while the store attendant with her body piercings and tattoos prepared to poke a hole in the child’s ear.
“No, I don’t want my ears pierced.” She cried. Or was she too young to even talk? I don’t remember. But it was evident in her screams that Continue reading Post 4: Forgiveness