Little stories about life; because humanity is everywhere.

I watch her as she slowly scans my groceries, one by one. Her energy, low. Her face, pale. The name tag says Emily. I insert my credit card to pay and study her. She stops and looks up. Sad chestnut eyes meet wide blue eyes.

“The meds aren’t working,” she says, taking a chance confiding in a customer, a stranger.

“I’m so sorry, Emily,” I say. She nods and hands me a long ribbon receipt. We don’t say goodbye.