The bell on the children's resale shop door rang suddenly, rapidly, as the ball repeatedly struck the bell, announcing the young mother's presence too loudly, startling her as she struggled to nonchalantly enter the store without being noticed by anyone already inside. She pulled a shiny, bright red wagon behind her, filled way over the brim with new toys, her toddler in tow, pushing it from the rear.
The little boy had a big, proud smile on his face, reflecting the joy he felt from helping his mom. It was a sharp contrast to her dour look, brought on by the shame she suffered, her state of affairs having to come to this pitiful moment. But, it was a necessary one, given that she had no oth