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I watched as the little boy sat silently at the table opposite ours, he stared at us with bated breath as our glasses of ice cream sat on our table untouched. I was waiting for my husband, he had quickly gone to use that restroom. It felt like his parents had forgotten him, because the seemed so engrossed in their conversation. They were almost making a scene.
I kept watching the little boy, making funny faces to make him smile which he did. He tried moving but I guess he was afraid to move, lest he draw attention to himself and his predicament from his parents. So he sat there, feeling a growing sense of despair and frustration as our ice cream slowly melted before his eyes.
Suddenly, he stood up and headed my way.
"Good day ma'am, can I have some ice cream? I'm so hungry, Mum and Dad are getting a divorce and none of them would get me an ice cream now because they're angry." He pleaded with innocence in his eyes.
I felt pity for him, no wonder there has been a bit of banging on the table and shouting between his parents, I thought. I looked from them to the boy and felt more pity for him.
I sat him down at our table and signaled the waiter.
"Get me a cup of ice cream for my little new friend" I said to the waiter. Then to my joy I smiled while he smiled back.
But before his order could come. His angry mum had come over to whisk him away angrily out of the cafe, after she gave me a murderous look.
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