Jane grew up in a happy family. She was the oldest child and sister to her precious brother, Nate. All was well until her mother died on the operating table due to a mistake by the doctors.
Jane was eighteen at the time. She was trying to find a part time job for the sake of her younger brother who was five . Her father was drinking, completely withdrawn. Jane was scared, but she had to make the best of it.
Jane was definitely a beauty. Truth be told, it made life a little easier. She worked as a barista at an expensive coffee shop and had a part-time job, but it wasn't enough. There was barely enough money for food, and her younger brother was making things difficult. Finally, she worked the night shift so she could ask her boss for time off in the morning. Finally, she took her brother to the store with a smile. Her mood quickly soured, she watched him stare at the children's toys and candy and bit her lip in frustration.
Taking everything she needed and a cheap, disgustingly luscious chocolate, she went to the cash register. When the cashier punched in the item and called out the amount, she was scared. She didn't have enough. She swallowed hard, awkwardly asking to give up the chocolate. Nate sobbed, starting to whimper. The girl behind the register creased her face in annoyance, the line whined, and Jane barely held back her tears.
— Wait a minute... Maybe I can find a few dollars...
Smiling awkwardly, she asks, picking her pockets. She can feel people's judgment, the way they discuss her clothing choice of groceries and even the baby next to her.
Enough, please...
Her head hurts from overexertion, she holds back from fainting.
— Girl, there's a line!
The cashier complains again and Jane tries to calm her brother down.