I was in a Hallmark store yesterday, picking out a birthday card for my mother-in-law. I was reading the cards and trying to pick one with good meaning. It was then that I had a horrible thought.
What if I never have a daughter or son to buy me a Birthday card? Or a Christmas card? Or any card at all?
I felt the tears burning behind my eyes and tried to think about other things. But it was too late and too much. The tears started spilling onto my cheeks.
I put back the card that I had been looking at and got out of there fast. One of the store clerks yelled after me to have a nice day. I passed a pregnant woman out on the sidewalk on my way to my car.
I guess I can add another store to the list of "Public Places That I Have Cried In."