is one that doesn’t quite give a shit about her child, especially one’s that freakishly cute.

 

so here’s the story: the boyfriend and i were at borders flipping through the pages of watchmen’s graphic novel.

 

so when i had finished ooh-ing and aah-ing over my two favourite characters rorscarch and silk spectre (both of them are so sexyy), i turned around to people-watch.

 

there was a little boy, no more than 4 years of age, standing nearby, sucking on his milk bottle, with his rosy lipbuds moving rhythmically along to his guzzling of milk.

he was so adorable, people walking by all stopped for a moment to ruffle his hair.

 

i pulled at the still-engrossed-in-the-book boyfriend’s sleeve.

 

"baby, see that kid? i wonder where his mum is."

 

i peered around to see if there was any female in sight that resembled his mum, but there was none that looked old enough.

 

just then, i spotted a girl in her early twenties, in lime green tights, (and later i learnt) with matching lime green eyeshadow browsing the books on the shelves about two feet away.

 

"you think she’s the mum?"

 

as the boyfriend turned around to take a look at the supposed "mother", the toddler started trudging towards ms lime green tights. he had on those squeaky shoes which produced a good amount of noise as he trotted on those little feet. he stood next to her, staring up at her, with his milk bottle still hanging from his lips.

 

after ms lime green tight’s interest had waned from whatever was on the shelves, she peered down at the toddler, then without even as much as a bat of an eyelid, she walked away.

 

the toddler stood there, more curious about the ongoings of the bookstore than his mother walking away from him. 

 

the mother walked a good distance away, and just as we both thought she was about to abandon him in borders for good, she turned around, and gave an impatient wave.

 

do note, it wasn’t the kind of "come here to mummy, darling" wave that you often see in milk powder tv commericals.  

it was the "oh come along already, i’m tired of you" wave.

 

the toddler stared at her, and chose to stand his ground.

 

a flash of annoyance crossed her face, and she turned and continued walking again.  

 

at this point in time, both me and the boyfriend were flabberghasted with her blatant disregard and nonchalance of the child. he was near the entrance of borders, and she was all the way at the magazine corner, and still walking further away.

 

when she reached the cashier’s, she turned around yet again, and gave that wave.

 

this time round, the little boy started running on his unsteady legs towards her, and get this, while he was STILL running to her, she turned around and continued walking again.

i was quite sure if her child were to fall and break his tooth at this point in time, she wouldn’t even give a damn.

 

it sickens me to see how a parent can ignore her own flesh and blood, and such cute flesh and blood at that.

i wouldn’t go as far as to judge her based on her looks and dress sense; assuming that she is a teenage mum etc, but shit, that cute a son and you don’t give two hoots about him?

 

thinking back, she probably got him the squeaky shoes so she can keep an eye on him without literally keeping an eye on him, if you know what i mean.

 

dammit, should have so kidnapped that adorable toddler, he would have made a great conversation starter.