Reflections at the Grocery Aisles




There were times when life would catch me unaware.

And I realize that I am not as happy as I thought myself to be.

Like this one instance when I was standing in line at a grocery store and a plain, middle aged lady in front of me was busy counting her coins, excruciatingly slow, that I am rapidly getting annoyed.

Then someone shouted “Mommy!”.

A cute little boy of around 3, with heart shaped face and cute cuddly curls.

And I thought to myself:  “Wow, this serious coin counting lady in her plain old dress is a mother.  What a lucky woman.”

Then I begin thinking of my life and how at my age, I still do groceries for one because I live a lonely, solitary existence.

Sometimes,  long grocery lines make me hate my life.


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