So that Saturday, when the grocery store was packed with customers, she refused my offer to do everything for her.
“I can manage six items,” she said with a small smile.
She had picked up only bread, milk, tea, apples, soup, and a small chocolate cake. Nothing more.
The total came to just $28.47.
But by the time we reached the checkout, the long line behind us had grown even longer.
Mom reached into her purse for her wallet.
She couldn’t find it.
She checked one pocket, then another.
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