Rejection.

My mother kindly refused a bag of chips I wanted at the supermarket. I accepted this rejection. My stomach twisted, my lower lip shook out of control, that familiar pain ran throughout my body and hot tears rushed out of my eyes like broken faucets. I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to cry but I couldn't stop it. I turned my head to look somewhere else so my mother couldn't see my face. I forced it to stop. It wouldn't stop. I walked over to the next isle and let it continue. A couple stopped and looked at me, questioning themselves if they should help me find my parents. The woman said they shouldn't get involved and they walked off feeling sorry for me. I saw my mother going to the check out line, I followed behind her and she hadn't noticed I was gone. The tears haven't stopped and I kept my head turned, following behind her with a blurred vision.