There was a silence, the kind that makes people uncomfortable because it exposes something ugly.
Daisy walked toward a sitting area and pulled out two chairs neatly like she had done it a thousand times.
“Please sit,” she said.
“You don’t have to stand near the door.
” The old couple hesitated, like they were afraid the chair might reject them, too.
But Daisy’s eyes were kind.
Not pitying, not fake, just kind.
Slowly, they sat down.
Daisy turned slightly and picked up a necklace from the display.
The stones on it caught the light and sparkled like they were laughing.
“Would you like to try this one?” Daisy asked the old woman.
The old woman’s hands trembled a little as she lifted her chin.
“Me?” “Yes, Ma.
” Daisy said, already moving behind her carefully.
Let me help you.
She placed the necklace gently around the woman’s neck and fastened it like it was precious, not because the necklace was expensive, but because the person wearing it was still a human being.
The old woman looked into the mirror.
For a second, her face softened like she was seeing a version of herself she had forgotten existed.
Anita scoffed loudly.
Ah.
Daisy ignored her.
She brought out a pair of shoes for the old woman to try, then another one.
She showed the old man a wristwatch, then a belt, then a simple pair of polished shoes.
“Feel free to try anything you like,” Daisy said, still warm.
“You don’t have to buy it just because you tried it on.
” The old man stared at her as if she was speaking a language he had not heard in years.
Daisy continued, carefully choosing her words.
“It’s okay to enjoy beautiful things,” she said.
Sometimes you can try them just for the joy of it.
Don’t feel forced.
No pressure.
