I put on my mask and sunglasses as I walk into a half empty store. The presence of unknown is so obvious its cutting the air leaving unsettling thoughts. I put on my mask and sunglasses to hide away the tears and fears. The stubborn tear stuck on my lashes Making it harder for me to see. The cloth mask absorbs tear after tear that sluggishly slide down my cheeks. I look around, no one near Confusion hanging on a string. Cashier behind a clear plastic shield lifts her head up and says “hello.” I see the fear in her eyes too, nevertheless, she smiles and asks, “How are you”. I know that my well-being isn’t on her mind. She, probably, goes through a tough time too She looks at me and then she deeply sighs... As if though my tears cut her through.