Hard times

These days are becoming so difficult for everybody. People out of jobs or about to get out of a job...suffering to find work anywhere. Even the little children suffer. Last night, daddy and I went to the grocery store just for a couple of things. There, in line in front of us, was a young boy who looked to be about the age of 14 or so...he was wearing torn up clothes and an old baseball cap. It looked as if his mother sent him for a run to the grocery store for a simple little list that she had made up. In my thoughts, I imagined his mother told him to get a little something for himself with the left over change...to repay his kind service. Well, he brought to the counter a Monster, eyes filled with excitement, only to find he was short just a little. He had to kindly and humbly ask the cashier to take his Monster off the list. So sadly he handed it back to her and payed her the money he owed and went on his way. Just an honest young boy shopping for his mother and he couldn't even get the one little thing he wanted. I wished I could have helped him out, but of course, me and my family are suffering as well. Of course this is only a story I made up in my head of what might have been going on with the boy, his groceries, and the Monster, but it hit me so hard.