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The demon at the Walmart
I'm going to try to keep this story short because I remember this extremely well. I'll try to sum up. I went to Walmart with my mom every week when I was about 6 or 7 years old to get groceries. I can remember getting out of the car and walking to the door. We parked in the back, so we had to walk a little ways to get to the front. We walk up and I see a man who is poor. He is asking everyone who walks by for change. When the woman in front of us says no to giving him change, he scoffs and starts to use rude language towards her.
My mum and I walked quickly by him to avoid getting into a fight because he looks very angry. When we go inside to get our food, everything is fine. As we were getting ready to leave, I remember my mum taking out two dollars to give to the man who was probably still asking at the front door.
My mum doesn't want a fight, so she wants us to give him the money and leave so we don't get bullied like the woman before us did. As we leave, I raise my arms to my mum like a little kid, wanting to be picked up because I'm scared of the man we're about to meet. I'm picked up by my mom, and we leave the store. The man doesn't even have to ask for money before my mother gives it to him. There is no more talk of money. Right now, my mother is holding me and my head is facing behind her.
