Karen was shopping in Sephora and she picked up this pink blush. And she felt someone tap her. She turned her head to see a probably 8-year-old girl standing beside her. "Is that the Dew Blush Blendable Liquid Blush?" the girl asked, her eyes filled with curiosity. Karen was taken aback by the unexpected question. "How the fu... yeah, it is. Why?" Karen replied, her curiosity piqued by the little girl's interest in makeup.
"Gimme, I don't wanna find another one," the girl demanded, reaching out her hand towards Karen's blush. Karen's eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "Um, excuse me? I'm not giving this to you. What the hell?" Karen responded, her voice laced with irritation.
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The girl reached for it, but Karen put her hand up, and the girl hit her. Karen used her palm and mushed that girl on the forehead, then walked away. Kierra called her, "Hey mommy, where are you at?" Kierra asked. "I'm at Sephora, these little ass kids are a new damn breed. I just mushed one of them," Karen said, frustration evident in her voice. Kierra couldn't help but burst into laughter at her mother's comment.
As Karen continued browsing through the store, she grabbed some makeup wipes and began examining the different options. However, her attention was quickly diverted as she noticed another child running wild through the aisles. Annoyed, Karen instantly turned around, abandoning her search for makeup wipes, and walked away, not wanting to deal with any more unruly kids.
She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to children these days. It seemed like the little ones lacked discipline and respect for others. Sighing, Karen decided to head towards a quieter section of the store, hoping to find some peace and quiet away from the chaos caused by misbehaving children.
As she walked through the aisles, she couldn't help but reflect on how different things were when she was a child. Back then, kids knew how to behave in public places, and parents were more involved in disciplining them.
"Mama, can you get me some lipgloss?" Kierra asked on FaceTime. Karen, without hesitation, walked to the front of the store and grabbed two pink and red lipglosses. She headed towards the cashier to make the purchase. As she approached the counter, Karen noticed the young child and a lady standing nearby.
"Did you hit my child?" the lady asked, her voice filled with concern and anger. "I mushed her because she hit me first over a damn blush she doesn't need," Karen responded, her voice laced with frustration. "And if you would like to press charges, my name is Karen Clark Sheard."
The room fell silent for a moment as the gravity of the situation settled in. The lady, whose face reflected a mix of shock and disbelief, took a step back, not expecting such a brazen response.
"I... I can't believe what I'm hearing," she finally managed to say, her voice trembling. "You intentionally harmed my child because of a trivial argument over a cosmetic product?"
Karen crossed her arms defiantly, her expression unyielding. "She had no right to lay her hands on me, especially over something so insignificant. I simply defended myself."
The lady's anger surged, her face turning red as she struggled to contain her emotions. "Defend yourself? You call physically assaulting a child defending yourself? That's outrageous! I will not let this go unpunished."
