She walked toward me, gently pushing the shopping cart up the aisle. Her body was frail and her skin wrinkled, from the many years she had walked this earth. Her pace was slow and each step was taken carefully and with purpose.
A few feet ahead of me, she stopped to place an item in her cart. Normally I wouldn’t examine another person’s food selection, but today was different. Inside the large shopping cart was a small bag of rolls, sour cream and raspberries. Given her position in the store, her shopping was likely coming to an end.
The items in her cart got my attention, because of how few there were. A large cart designed for carrying food for an entire family, was now holding three small items. This may have been because she couldn’t carry a basket, but what if it was because she didn’t know how to…
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