Slowly putting cans in, 10 cents, 20 cents- the machine keeping tab for her. “Please let there be enough,” she whispers. “Can’t read, bar code” the screen flashes at her- spitting the can out. Needing every dime, she smooths out the dents, tries again.
Finally, garbage bag empty, she presses the green button for her receipt. Smiling, she hurries down the aisle, selecting her items.
It was enough. Her children would eat tonight.