Getting herself together and grabbing Karina by the hand, Sakona guided her baby into a department store for her to try on a different outfit. As cute as she was in her pink overalls, she might need to have a different outfit just in case she couldn’t wash the one she was wearing in time. She might be trained, but that doesn’t mean that her muscles were completely in her control, as was the case with skunks like them. She picked up a few cute outfits to try on and got her daughters approval of them, so they made there way to the fitting room. Unfortunately, they were stopped by a rather small but irritable looking lady with a name tag on. Obviously she worked there, but you’d think she would be a little less obvious about causing trouble for customers.
“Excuse me miss, but is there something I can help you with?”
“Oh, no thank you ma’am. I’m just going to the fitting room so my daughter can try on some clothing.”
“Just one second, do you happen to know your daughter’s size?”
“I measured her before I left home, yes. Why?”
“Why don’t I just discount the items for you? No need to go wasting time trying things on if you already know what size she is.”
“Well, ma’am, just because I know her size, doesn’t mean I know how the brands of clothes size. Certain material stretches different ways, I just want to confirm the sizes of these myself.”
At this point, the two of them were staring each other down. Despite the woman’s small stature, she did carry a serious aura around her. But Mama Sakona raised two skunk children to adulthood, and was no stranger to discrimination herself. This woman had no ground to stand on or judge her.
“Is there something you would like to say to me, MA’AM? If not, I’d like to head to the fitting room now!”
She put her foot down hard, getting anyone’s attention nearby. Sakona knew this lady didn’t want a scene, but she wasn’t gonna let her baby get discriminated against when she was perfectly capable of being a normal child. The woman didn’t hide her anger at all as she reluctantly stepped aside and let the two skunks through to the fitting room. It felt good righting a wrong that had plagued her for the majority of her life, but that feeling wouldn’t last.
“Mommy, my tummy hurts.”
All her focus shifted from fighting discrimination to preventing a disaster as she threw her baby girl over her shoulder and booked it to the nearest restroom, not caring about any of the weird looks she was getting or whether she was being rude to others. She made it right to the women’s restroom when…