*whispering* I see happy people

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We all know the line .... I see dead people ....

You know what I see? Happy People. Everyday. They walk into my store, happy people. Kids telling Mom or Dad that phone is too expensive, they dont need it. Moms and Dads happy to get it for them. I see friends getting friends phones because they cant afford it or they have been through a rough time. I see happy people and it makes me hurt so bad. They have what I want, they have what I can not will to happen.

I shake my head, I watch them browse, listen to the conversations. Then I see hurt people.

A lady comes in out of nowhere. She needs to change her plan. She needs long distance. She is in so much pain, I can see it, feel it, hear it in her voice cracking. Her 16 year old daughter is in juvenile detention in Bryan. Her second husband filed for divorce because he cant take the stress any longer. The police officers know her by name. She was sent directly to me, I know it. A total stranger, so much the same, so different. I told her, dont give up hope. Shared my story with her. At the time she came in, ashley wasnt living with us.

I took care of her, gave her a new phone with instant discount and a hug.

I know I am not going through this alone, but I feel that way. Every mother and daughter that comes in happy sinks me lower and lower.

I am haunted by happy people ......