a troubled heart

Tonight as I was writing in my journal I heard my neighbours fighting. This is not uncommon, but the loud banging was new. Then I heard their little boys no more than two years old crying. Though his crying was louder than normal. He was outside of his door. Other than his crying there was no other sounds, no voice calming him, no comfort or care given to him. He stopped, and so I thought that it was over. I decided to come down to the computer to catch up on emails. I heard him crying again, but I went out anyway. What I saw I did not expect. The little boy was standing there in the dark all alone shaking like a leaf and his shirt all stretched out. I said ahoj to him, but didn't know what else I could do beyond that as far as my cultural understanding goes. What would be deemed appropriate and what wouldn't. Would I make the parents angry and worried for their child? I just didn't know what to do. I walked past him for fear of making him more scared with a stranger there and fought the tears until I was out of ear shot from him. As soon as I knew he couldn't hear my sniffles I let it out. How could someone do that to such a small child. Oh how heavy my heart is tonight. I cannot call my mentors for advice as I don't have enough for a call or text on my cell phone. I am torn.