They told us we didn’t belong there. One moment my grandson Ben was laughing with whipped cream on his nose, the next a stranger muttered about children, and a waitress gently suggested we might be more comfortable outside. What was meant to be a small reward after the dentist turned into quiet humiliation. Ben’s shoulders folded as he asked if he’d done something wrong, and I told him the truth as softly as I could: sometimes people forget how to be kind.
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