2 septembre 2026

The Blue Butterfly Coat, the Hospital Bracelet, and the Price of Dignity

They are sentencing.

So I did what women like me do.

I smiled the small, painful smile.

The one that says, Please let me get through this without breaking in front of my kids.

The cashier started ringing things up.

Two pairs of leggings.

A sweater.

The tiny boots.

A pack of secondhand storybooks with one cover missing.

Then the butterfly coat.

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