Times have changed.
When I and many old farts like me grew up, we were regaled with tales of mother’s love and sacrifice to keep her child safe in the face of danger starting with the Bible and Kings 3:16-28 relating the tale of Solomon and the dispute of the baby.
Then spake the woman whose the living child was unto the king, for her bowels yearned upon her son, and she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it.
We have now the tale of mom saying “Sorry son, but fuck you. Your daddy is dead and I am saving my fat ass. You are on your own.”
PS: Incident happened in Greytown in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa
Reminds me of a comic I saw. Two bison standing in a field. The calf goes "Father, there are wolves coming. what are we going to do?" The bull replies"I'm going to run as fast as I can in that direction and have many more children."
Nothing like an emergency to bring out first instincts. Bets on if she slowed down for him when out of the immediate danger zone? Wonder what kind of mother she has been for the kiddo from birth to now.