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Baby crying, a young harried mother clutches the boy to her chest. He burrows into her warmth as the snowy wind blew through the sliding doors. The mother watched the clerk fumble along, silently urging him to hurry. She needed time to get home. She put her son on the floor and set the milk and medicine on the conveyor as one customer left.
Only one left before it was her turn, then she could rush home. She checked the time on the wall and cursed to herself. She wasn't going to make it.
"Is that all for you, ma'am?" She jolted at the routine question.
"Yes, that's all."
"Okay, your total is $9.17."
"Thank you." She handed the pimple faced boy the bills and change.