As the slender, black-haired woman rummaged through several hangers worth of clothes, she thanked the heavens again that she was surviving after having a child fall into her life. Chewing her lip as she perused the garments and the price tags on them, she was extra grateful that the child was a boy rather than an infant, because she knew there was no way she could afford to buy dozens of diapers and boxes of baby formula every week when she only got paid every other one.

As heavily as she sighed because she couldn't buy that purse or that piece of jewelry she'd had her eye on for a while, she was glad her boy wore everything she bought him, and that he didn't complain at all about the faded, second-hand jeans and worn sweaters she had been buying from the thrift stores two bus transfers away.

Today, though, she had put enough away in her savings to bring him out to the supermarket/department store with her for once so they could both have something nice. New sweaters and a pair of sneakers for Kaleb, maybe some cute socks for herself.

Han-hui tucked one hanger under her chin as she lifted another off the rack, draping both garments over one arm.

"Hey, Kaleb, how are they coming?" she called into the dressing room where her white-haired charge was trying on various fabrics and discovering the awesome powers of static electricity in conjunction with hair.