The woman beside them smiled widely, taking photos of them like a happy family.
After the ride, John picked up a cake from the ground and walked over to the woman.
"Ben loves nut cakes, and I tasted it myself; it’s delicious."
The cake he held was exactly the same as the one he had given my daughter the night she almost died from eating it.
That cake, which had made my daughter so happy and nearly cost her life, was now for the mother and son in front of me.
Grief and anger overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
My daughter’s cry rang out as she walked toward John.
The boy ran around, getting chocolate ice cream all over her.
"Watch where you’re going, do you know who I am? I’ll make you regret it!"
The boy yanked at my daughter’s braid, punching her with his fists.
I rushed up and pushed the boy away, my daughter’s carefully styled braid in disarray, her beloved dress dirty, and large cuts on her arms.
The boy, however, screamed loudly,
"Mom and Dad, come quickly! Someone’s bullying me!"
When John saw us, his face darkened.
"Are you following me?"
"Do you know them?"
I smiled bitterly in anger. "John, you promised our daughter you’d film the video today!"