Normal six-year-old stuff.
By the time we reached the checkout lanes, I was ready to head home.
That’s when we noticed the woman. She was standing directly in front of us.
She was probably in her late 60s, maybe early 70s. The woman had gray hair and a thin frame. There was nothing particularly memorable about her except for the tears she was trying very hard to hide.
The cashier scanned her groceries while the woman stared at the card reader.