"Stop whining about the window seat!" A young mother scowled at her little daughter.
At my eye's corners, I observed the daughter to be no more than ten years old while the mother, with two nose rings and ear piercings, is either in her late twenties or early thirties. Obviously, still young at heart. At a four seater on a train, sitting next the mother was a young man whom I assumed to be the father while the little boy sat next to the little girl. A typical family size of four with a replication of both parents.
Raising children isn't an easy task, I understand that well. Therefore, I didn't care about how the mother said to her daughter about whining for the window seat; children need to be controlled and disciplined. Yet, the next bit made me changed my mind about her.
"I paid for your fucking ticket, so you can fucking get onto the train. Tell me, can you fucking pay for your own fucking ticket?" the mother swore at her own daughter.
I hid my shock behind my thick novel, I could barely believe the extent of vulgar language being thrown at a little child. Although I don't believe that children are pure and innocent, I don't think the little girl deserved to hear the fuck word regardless on how annoying she could be. Moreover, I do believe that they are capable of learning negative actions from their parents without knowing the consequences of such actions. Whenever I see a house with children who openly swear, I suspect that it is because their parents swear in front of them. In heart, I was expecting the daughter to swear back at her mother.
To my relief, the daughter remained quiet; she was probably too upset to say anything more.
During the short 15 minute journey to the city, I listened to their conversation closely. Even though I can't remember everything, it was unpleasant to listen how the parents talked. When the daughter stayed silent and was probably showing a sour face, the father said that she should be grateful that they don't beat her like some families do to their kids while the mother consistently interrupted him with bits and pieces of her lecture with the fuck word. From the way I look at it, it seemed that they never heard of emotional abuse and I see the mother to be verbally abusing her daughter continuously. Then again, I would at least give some credibility to the man as he never used a single vulgar word.
Next, the son was asking for some sort of spiderman merchandise that he wanted to get from the shops. The father remarked that the son was making spiderman a really rich man since he got spiderman jocks, cups and this and that. I started to wonder if that is how they intend to educate their children on money, even if that is reality. As usual, the mother swore again that without their fucking money, they wouldn't even have the things they have today.
When they are not telling their children off, they discussed on how lawyers earn so much money and that the mother has three tattoos with the children listened to their conversations. As if to show they are people with high moral values, they started to talk bad about people who do not offer their seats to pregnant ladies and people with disabilities on trains and buses. As you expected, the mother said something like, "Those fucking people who don't fucking give their seats up to pregnant ladies are so fucking inconsiderate".
Mind you, in front of children. It is as if it do them justice to swear at people who don't share the same moral values as them.
Finally, the train reached my station and I got up, had a quick glance at the family of four and got off.
Why did I look at them for one last time when I find them of disgust?
Honestly, I was very tempted to go up to the mother and say, "You can only fuck to have children, please stop swearing at children like that".
Of course, it is none of my business.
If she didn't want to have children, maybe she could have just gone for an abortion or don't fuck around too much like a bitch.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
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hello darling.. hope you got my msn msgs.... i'm going to KL this mon-wed for biz trip.... but you can email me if you need someone to vent out your frustrations to yah... :)
love you..... talk to you soon
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