I knew most of my regular customers, remembered their usual purchases, and often recognized their families.
But the young woman who entered the store that Friday evening was someone I’d never seen before.
And her face is one I’ll never forget.
She was carrying two tiny babies in a carrier strapped across her chest.
One little boy slept peacefully, his small hand resting against her shirt.
His twin brother was crying so loudly that several customers turned to look.
Their mother seemed completely worn out.
She was painfully thin, with her hair pulled into braids and dark circles beneath her tired, reddened eyes.
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