“Get the child out of here—there’s no place for poor moms in our restaurant,” the hostess hissed while I was dialing the restaurant owner’s number.
I stood at the entrance to the restaurant, holding my daughter’s hand. Kira was tired after the clinic, cranky, and hungry. We had just gone in for her vaccination, and I had promised her something tasty afterward. The restaurant was nearby, and I also wanted to check how things were going there. I hadn’t […]
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