She puts the eggs, carrots, apples into her bag.
She tries to count her cents to round up her change but got snapped
Because she isn't good with numbers and the ways of this western trap.
Face to face, she senses the all-too-familiar indifference and like a tight cord around her neck it wraps.
What has she done to receive such ungraciousness yet again, is something she can't get.
Out of habit, she pulls at her headscarf and with a silent sigh, returns to the solace that is her child and pet.
