They Forced Me & my Baby Granddaughter Out of the Café and Into the Rain - Then Justice Walked In

"Ugh, this isn't a daycare. Some of us came here to relax, not watch... that."

My cheeks burned. I rocked Amy closer, trying to ignore the sting in her words.

But then the man with her, maybe her boyfriend or her friend, leaned forward.

His sharp words cut through the café like a knife.

"Yeah, why don't you take your crying baby and leave? Some of us pay good money not to listen to this."

My throat tightened as I felt other patrons' eyes on me. I wanted to disappear, but where could I go?

Outside? Into the cold rain, with a bottle and a baby in my arms?

"I... I wasn't trying to cause trouble," I managed to say without choking on my words. "I only needed a place to feed her. Somewhere out of the storm."

The woman rolled her eyes dramatically. "You couldn't do that in your car? Seriously, if you can't get your child to stop crying, don't take her out."

Her companion nodded. "It's not that hard to think about others. Step outside like a normal person and only come back when the baby shuts up."

I pulled the bottle from my bag with shaking hands and tried to feed Amy. If she were quiet, these people would leave me alone, surely.

But my hands trembled so badly I almost dropped the bottle twice.

That's when the waitress appeared at my side. She looked young, maybe 22, with nervous eyes that wouldn't quite meet mine.

She held a tray like a shield between us.

"Um, ma'am," she said quietly. "Maybe it would be better if you took her outside to finish feeding her and avoid disturbing any other paying client?"