I look from the full cart back to the boys who are several feet away, and I begin to fill my arms with the bags. It wouldn't be the first time I carried in all of the groceries at once, but it would be the first time that I carried them several miles home. With a heavy sigh, I grab the last bag out of the cart and head in the direction of my house.
Just as I am about to head down the street, one of the boys yells out behind me. "Hey, Do you need help with those?" I turn around and look. It is the one that joked about snapping me in half. Instead of speaking, I simply shake my head and carry on my way.
Luckily, the boys don't follow me, and I am free to struggle with my groceries all the way back to my house. The Texas sun beats down on me, making this much harder than it needs to b
