“Mommy, Mommy, can I have it? Puh-lease, Mommy?” I paused with an egg carton in hand to look at the tiny dark-haired girl who seemed so eager to have a . . . single banana. The answer must have been yes because the girl smiled real big and hugged the fruit to her chest. I drew my eyes to the mother, who was cooing at the cutest little giggling baby. Warmth set in, yet a strange pressure ached in my chest. I stood there for too long, watching the happy trio until they disappeared around the corner. I swallowed, confused at the feeling that stopped me in my tracks. A feeling that bloomed like
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