Myra stand waiting for the kids to get their ice cream not wanting anything cold to eat, or maybe because she was still feeling upset.

As Myra stand with her arms akimbo, a kid run into her pushing her slightly, the blueberry ice cream spilled on Myra’s skirt. The kid stop staring up at her looking scared.

Before she could say anything, a young man rush to her, grab the kid and apologize quickly.

“It’s okay” she said looking down at the stain. She will to wash it off quickly to avoid ...