I saw a rather depressing sight today at Wal-Mart. First off, please don't start giving me slack about Wal-mart and how much of a capitalist conglomerate it is, blah blah blah. Don't tell me that it destroys towns and wrecks families.

All I know is this ignorant little fact: It's cheap and they have moderately quality products.

I saw a mother get attacked today at Wal-Mart and it shocked me. There was a 14-15 year old boy biting his mother's shirt and almost tearing it. I was too startled to move, and then I realized what was going on- the boy had a mental disability and wanted something that the mom put in the grocery bag. He didn't know how to deal with angst and immediately just started to bite his mom.

Now most of the people around the aisle were staring at him and trying to make sense of what was going on. I on the other hand had my attention focused on someone else-- the boy's sister, who was probably just a year or two younger than him.

She was crying. Her cap covered swollen eyes with tears about to burst any second. The first few tears had already been shed and therefore it was even more difficult to hold the tears in. Her lips were quivering with some tension every once in a while trying to hold some sense of normalcy. She couldn't do it though.

I spent some time, in the madness of it all, imagining why she was crying and all i could think was how old she was. She was at the age where peer pressure is everything. Family is a distant second compared to how you look and feel in front of others, and here she was with her brother doing what he did and she had no way to run. I know she wanted to run. Her body embodied that. But she just stood there, her face cracked with tears, her lips keeping her emotions in.