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

They listened with respect, not pity. When the pie came, they paid the bill. Before leaving, Alexander snapped a photo of me and Amy. “For the report,” he said with a wink.

I thought nothing of it—until three days later, my cousin called, breathless. “Maggie! You’re in the paper! Your story’s everywhere!”

Turns out Alexander’s sister was a journalist. She’d written about the grandmother forced out of a café for feeding her baby. The photo went viral. Outrage poured in. Support followed.

When I saw Alexander again, he apologized for not telling me. But he had good news: the manager had been fired. And the café had posted a new sign on the door.

The next week, I returned with Amy’s stroller. There it was, bold and clear:

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