"What's wrong with you? If you're sick, go see a psychiatrist. I think there's something wrong with you. There is something wrong with your whole family! You're crazy."
The mother of the child cursed at Rachael and seemed like she wanted to hit her.
"You're so ungrateful! I'm trying to help you. If something's really wrong with your child, I could be your savior," Rachael retorted.
She was dissatisfied that her good intentions had been met with ingratitude.
Her words inflamed the mother's anger.
She put her child in the stroller and lunged at Rachael.
The two women started pulling each other's hair and tearing at each other's clothes, completely entangled in a vicious fight.
Rachael, having never fought before, was quickly overwhelmed.
After a while, a lot of scratches appeared on her body and face.
Seeing that Rachael was getting beaten badly, I slowly went to find the security guard to break up the fight.
By the time the security guard separated them, Rachael was sitting on the ground, disheveled and humiliated.
The mother continued to curse at her before walking away with her child.
Rachael turned to see me standing nearby my son's stroller.
She angrily stormed over.