An Entitled Woman with a Full Cart Cut in Front of My Mom’s Wheelchair at the Supermarket – What Came over the Intercom Made Her Freeze
I’m forty, and I still watch crosswalks like they’re loaded guns. Three years ago, my mom was hit in one. A distracted driver. A green light. A body that never walked again. The wheelchair changed more than her legs. It changed the way she sees herself in rooms. In aisles. In lines. She hates feeling…