It started with a scream.
Sharp. Loud. The kind that cuts through everything.
“If you can’t afford a baby, maybe don’t have one!”
The entire store froze.
A young nurse stood there, holding a few items, her hands shaking as tears rolled down her face. You could see it — exhaustion, stress, something deeper than just that moment. She didn’t fight back. She didn’t argue. She just stood there, trying to hold herself together.
People stared. Some whispered. No one moved.
Except me.
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