Standing behind the register.
The woman in front of me.
Her baby crying softly in the carrier.
Her hands shaking as she counted coins—again and again—as if somehow they might multiply if she just tried hard enough.
I remembered the moment clearly.
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Standing behind the register.
The woman in front of me.
Her baby crying softly in the carrier.
Her hands shaking as she counted coins—again and again—as if somehow they might multiply if she just tried hard enough.
I remembered the moment clearly.