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

They Pushed Us Into the Rain—Then Kindness Took a Seat Beside Us

The rain that afternoon came down in sheets, bruising the sky and soaking everything in its path. At seventy-two, my joints protested every step, but I had no choice—I needed to get baby Amy home from the pediatrician before nightfall.

The appointment had been a trial: a packed waiting room, restless children, a doctor running an hour behind. Amy had cried herself into exhaustion, her little body trembling in my arms. By the time we left, my back was screaming.

Across the street, I spotted a small café glowing with warm light behind fogged-up windows. It looked like refuge. I balanced the stroller with one hand and shielded Amy with my jacket as we dashed through the storm.

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