An Entitled Woman with a Full Cart Cut in Front of My Mom’s Wheelchair at the Supermarket – What Came over the Intercom Made Her Freeze

said, “I want to go with you.”

I froze with my keys in my hand. “To the store?”

She nodded, like she was daring herself. “I miss picking my own apples, Eli.

I miss being normal.”

We picked a weekday morning, hoping the aisles would be quiet. Lark Market is our family’s store, but we don’t announce it to the world.

Mom wore her gray sweater and her “public” continue reading …