At the Airport

I'm at the airport at the gate waiting to board the flight. This Singaporean airport staff woman comes literally dragging  a wheelchair and on it , a young Seven maybe eight years old girl... She was silently crying.. Sobbing, rather.

She took the wheelchair to the front of the gate, an area which is quite deserted, and left her there, went on the te free Internet to check something.. I was like WTF?!?!?


Her name is Manali. I went up to her and introduced myself and shook her hand...

I asked her why she was crying, she sobbed harder. 

Suddenly her father comes up from NO-FUCKING-WHERE and comes and scolds the child. It was in Marathi I couldn't understand.... But I'm pretty sure he was scolding her..

Then he shifted his hand baggage and came and sat next to me, as if trying to protect the child FROM ME. He gave me a look that said "Stay away from my daughter".

WHAT THE HELL?!?! I was trying to find out why she was crying.. Maybe I could cheer her up. All gone to waste now..

She's still crying..

Hey, do I look like I'm gonna do something to a sweeb innocent child? 

Wait. There's a younger son. He just hit his own son with an umbrella..

FUCK...

I'm getting out of here (pukes)