Posted by Cris on March 26, 2007
Id just stepped out of the supermarket, having bought some sugar-covered peanuts for a snack later, when I saw two street kids- small ones, seven or eight years old- running my way. I prepared myself for the rebuff, and as they reached me I waved my hand, “no thanks”. The little boy, who had reached me slightly before the little girl, pushed her, two handed in the middle of the chest (towards oncoming traffic in the street). She retaliated with a punch to the neck. Two seconds later they were full on fighting eachother: closed-fisted punches to the face, scratching at eyes, everything. I yelled at them to stop; they didnt. So I grabbed them, one tiny body in each hand, and forcibly ripped them apart from eachother. Then they stopped, though if looks could kill…
Then their mother/grandmother/guardian walks up, and rather than saying anything to the kids, who as far as I can tell were siblings, looks at me and holds out her hand, asking for money.