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Kathryn's Point of View It's Saturday afternoon and Colton and I are on our way to grab a few groceries. The automatic doors slide open, and a rush of cool air hit my face, a sharp contrast to the scorching heat outside. I step inside the grocery store, with Colton perched on my hip, tightly clutching a crumpled dinosaur toy in his hands. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow over the aisles stacked high with boxes and cans. I grab a trolley, placing Colton inside before making my way towards the aisles. “Okay, buddy, what do you want?” I ask, glancing down at his wide brown eyes. “Cookie!” He yells out excitedly, pointing to a display of brightly colored packages. “Cookies it is.” I reply, maneuvering towards the snack aisle. As we turn the corne