As I was driving back home from a long day at work and running around town, I was hoping for a peaceful drive home and a peaceful and quiet night, but I knew I was not very lucky that day.
In the cross roads near my home, a car accident was slowing traffic. It was a white Lancer with a damaged front that didn't look like it was going anywhere.
Now you are assuming that the traffic jam and the disgust induced by watching a fine piece of engineering-hardwork destroyed, you would assume that this bothered me, but you would be wrong.
The driver was standing outside the car cleaning his son's bloody face with a piece of tissue, who was seated on the backside of the car. The son's face was smeared in blood and seems to have injured some part of his face. This is a horrible sight, especially if you have children. There was no car seat!
But it wasn't that which saddened me and made me unable to swallow the lump in my throat. It was what the kid was doing. He wasn't screaming, crying, weeping or even whimpering. He was just sitting there conscious, looking at his father with a guilty look on his face.
It was as if he felt he was responsible for the horrible unfamiliar noises and the sudden reaction of his whole world to that noise. As if he had did something horrible and ended up injuring himself, and that's a bad feeling for a 4 year old and a very unnatural reaction.
Now the father was more concerned with the scar on his boy's face than the scar in the boy's heart. I had conflicting feelings at the moment. Do I tell him to get a car seat, or tell him to get a f***Inc clue!!!
Parenting should be licensed!!!