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

The next week, I returned with Amy’s stroller. There it was, bold and clear:
Babies Welcome. No Purchase Necessary.

The young waitress spotted me and rushed over. “Order anything you want. It’s on the house.”

I smiled, warmth blooming in my chest. “Pie and ice cream again, then.”

As Amy giggled from her stroller, I knew this moment mattered more than the humiliation I’d endured. Justice hadn’t just walked in—it had sat down beside me. And because of two kind-hearted officers, the world was a little softer for my granddaughter.