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.