In the middle of town
is a tiny white shop
that sells everything from pens
to paper made of pressed forget-me-knots.
In that store,
works a single girl,
alone to manage by herself.
She smiles at every customer that comes in,
but her grin is tattered and frayed,
as if a simple girl word
would wipe it away.
She works nine to five everyday,
and stays long past closing hours,
desperate to pay for an education
she can't afford.
Her boss is a b*tch.
And even though the girl hates using the "b-word",
she could not find a suitable synonym to sufficiently describe
her boss' abrasive personality.
Though she, the employee,
and quicker to cry than to anger,
she did find she shared one common trait
with the lady who barely paid her enough
to get by.
They both longed, someday
to be mothers.
The girl is barely nineteen,
nowhere near ready for a child,
but in her heart, she dreams of one day
becoming a mother,
while her employer is nearing forty
and had been trying, unsuccessful,
for seven years to conceive.
Disheartened and embarrassed,
her boss choose to travel the route
of Asia to seek cerigacy
in a younger, more healthy lady.
The girl had her own plans for the summer,
day-dreaming about the visit of her lover
drawing nearer and nearer,
but because her boss is leaving for India,
the girl realized she wouldn't get a single break
nor day off,
for she would have to work constantly
being the sole employee.
Enraged, she left work that day
with the intentions of tossing her keys
and saying goodbye,
but later, when it came time to have the talk with her boss,
she found out about the baby,
and found she did not have it in her heart
Because even though the girl is treated like sh*t,
forced to work overtime every day for barely minimum wage,
even though all her friends urge her to quit,
and she never once gets thanked
by her boss, she understands
the price and pain of bringing
a little innocent soul into this world.
Because the girl believes in karma,
and she believes in second chances,
and so she continues to work every day,
wearing that same smile that is so thread bare
it looks like she just might wear it out.
And people ask her why,
but she shrugs a reply.
The cost of a kid is priceless.
In the middle of town