They Forced Me And my Baby Granddaughter Out of the Cafe and Into the Rain, Then Justice Walked In

Inside, the air smelled of cinnamon and coffee. I exhaled, grateful. I found a table near the window, parked the stroller, and lifted Amy into my arms. Her cheeks were blotchy from crying. I rocked her gently.
“Shh, sweetheart,” I whispered. “We’re safe now.”

I reached into my bag for her bottle, hoping to calm her. But before I could unscrew the cap, I felt it—eyes on me.

At the next table, a woman wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, this isn’t a daycare,” she muttered, loud enough to sting.

Her companion leaned in, voice sharp. “Why don’t you take your crying baby outside? Some of us came here to relax.”Continue reading…