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WINDOWS OF THE SOUL

Perhaps the most heart breaking part of the job was seeing obviously abused women come into the store. I had no proof of who was abusing them, and I had no idea what to do for them. Some had red rings around their eyes; others already had black eyes. Most had been crying but smiled and acted cheerful to hide their tears. Most of these women came in the store alone. One, however, brought her child with her, and she affected me the most.

The woman was stunning in a simple, pure way. She had black, blood-shot eyes, and she held her daughter close before placing her in the cart seat. Even then, the woman maintained closeness with her child.

“Hello, how are you doing?” I asked.

“Good,” she replied with a smile.

Her daughter said nothing.