The bakery's cashier, friendly and sweet, could've been little Beth's mother. She gave Beth's purchase with a warm 'thank you'.
The baker, even if he wasn't a she, could've been little Beth's mother. He baked every pastry in the store with love, care, and passion.
The other buyer, who just entered the store, could've also been little Beth's mother. The woman loved children but didn't know she'd never have one in the future. She glanced at little Beth leaving the bakery and her heart beat with glee.
All of that didn't matter. Beth would never have a mother, not anymore.