We had just finished grocery shopping. Our cart was full, and we were walking toward the parking lot.
The young mother stepped toward us.
“Excuse me,” she said softly.
My husband immediately sighed.
She stopped several feet away.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she continued. “I just need a little help buying formula for my baby.”
My husband gave a short laugh.
“Of course you do.”
The woman’s face changed.
It was subtle.
Her eyes dropped.
Her shoulders pulled inward.
She looked like she wished she had never approached us.
I felt something twist inside me.
“That’s enough,” I told my husband.
He looked at me as though I had said something ridiculous.
“What? I’m just being honest.”
The young mother started backing away.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Wait,” I said.
She stopped.
I walked toward her.
“Which formula do you need?”
She stared at me.
For a moment, she didn’t answer.
