Maga arrived home with Tristan an hour before I went to the runway tonight, my heart sank when I saw my son with red cheeks and teary eyes, a clear sign that he had been crying.
"What happened? Maga, what happened to Tristan?" I asked worriedly, while running to hug my son, as his lower lip curved into a sad pout.
I checked him from head to toe looking for anything, but I found nothing.
"Nothing happened to him, little Sarah, it's just that I bought him an ice cream and a man bumped into him. He didn't get to taste it. The man was completely rude. He didn't apologize. He just gave Tristan an angry look because he dirtied his pants, and Tristan got scared."
I looked at my son, who had a sad and frightened look, I pursed my lips repressing the anger that was bubbling in my system.
"Who
