It’s a Saturday and I am on my way to the grocery store. I decided to walk instead of taking a short ride. It’s good exercise anyway but I felt like someone’s following me now. I looked around but no one was there, yet I could feel them. It’s really hot now and I wish I brought an umbrella to give me shade.
“Help! Please help me!” A disembodied voice from afar caught my attention.
“Mom! Please don't hurt my mom!” I heard a child crying. I would have ignored it, but my senses are too sensitive now. Their voices are too loud for my ears..
“Mom!” I started to follow where it’s coming from.
“Please don't hurt my mom please!” I slowly approached an alley near the park and there I saw a woman and a girl crying. I was a little taken aback by the sight of three men bullying the mother and dau
