My feet moved slowly along the road. My body felt weak after the sobs that erupted within my stomach.
I'm walking through the market again when I hear someone tap my shoulder from behind me.
"Hey young Zevia. That you?" I turn around and send her a smile.
"Oh hey, Aunt Dessy." Dessy was a friend of my mom, she helps her a lot and I'm thankful that she has such caring ways. She works here at the market which means she came to display utensils. Dessy sells clothing which she kneads herself.
"Oh my! You sound terrible, you ok? You sick?" She puts the bag of clothing she has to sell against her hip and uses her other hand to pinch my cheek.
Dessy is like a mother to everyone in our area and she even gives off the looks of being one. She hasn't been chosen to be a maiden thank goodness. But sometimes I can tell that it hurts her that she can't make children of her own. She's actually really young too, a couple years older than me being 26.
