Then a child’s cry sliced straight through the noise.
A small boy, maybe three years old, sat in a cart just ahead of me. His cheeks were flushed, fists tightly balled, his whole body trembling as he screamed with the raw intensity that comes only from complete exhaustion. This wasn’t a simple tantrum. It was a meltdown—the kind where distraction no longer works and emotions spill over uncontrollably.
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