I first met her when Tom and I were watching a homecoming parade at the corner of my street with a lot of other people. She had one of those lined mouths...you know, the mouth that doesn't flip up or down but is just one straight line. She had three teens with her. One obviously has something wrong with him. I don't know if she knows it, but I'm sure everyone else figured it out. He was tall and homely with glasses and had a weird gait, stuttered a lot, and his eye twitched. He had trouble speaking any words and, when he did speak, he sounded as if he were a little bit slow. The lady started criticising him and telling him how bad he was and what a horrible child he was as soons they stopped walkling. She was right beside me so I could hear her. She didn't bother to keep her voice that soft, but I don't think I would have been able to hear her so clearly if I'd been further away. She was short with and snappish at the other two kids, but, from what s he said, I took it that they were both foreign exchange students (poor kids) and they didn't seem to care what she said to them. She did not tell them how horrible they were. She saved that for her own son. He looked just like her so I assume he is her son. She told him he was grounded. When he asked why, she snapped that he knew why so he had to stay with her and not look for other kids. He listened without arguing. She brought up something he must have broken. He said it had been an accident, in his slow, rambling, stuttering way. She told himl to shut up and stop lying; she was tired of him lying all the time. I was glad when the parade ended because then I knew she'd be gone. I never thought I'd see her again, but I went to church last Sunday and guess who was sitting right in front orf me in the second to last pew? You guessed it. The lady and the three teenagers. And she spent the entire time shushing him, although he wasn't being noisy, and whispering nastily at him. She gave him a shove once the services were over, still sporting her line mouth lips. I felt so sorry for the boy. I wanted to say, "I'm really sorry she treats you that way," but of course I said nothing. I know we have no idea what goes on behind closed doors, but she so obviously dislikes her son and made no attempt to hide it. Clearly, he is not your "typical" teenager either. I guess this is a vent. I have no idea why anybody would showcase their dislike of a child so blatantly. It was worse than when a mom gets upset and yells at a kid then calms down. And in many ways it was worse than a slap. She lives somewhere in my town. I hope I never run into her again. I am looking for a church home and just seeing her there was a turn off, although the church service was actually pretty good.