I watched in disgust as the mother led her boy by the hand.
His three-year-old body was no match for the back pack he struggled to carry; too long for his torso, it dangled and collided with his legs at every step. The pack belonged on someone much older.
Dressed in his kindergarten uniform, the kid was tiny for his age; he looked a year younger. He stumbled and lurched under his burden. By the time he reached the bus, he was exhausted.
His mother carried nothing but a small purse.