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

My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe the callousness of these young people.

In my day, we would say, "It takes a village," and offer help in situations like this.

I looked around the café, looking for some sympathy, but many faces turned away while others were focused on their conversations and phones.

What was the world coming to?

"I'm sorry," I said. "I WILL order something as soon as I'm done."

And then something strange happened. I felt Amy stop fussing. Her little body went still, her eyes suddenly wide open, as if seeing something I couldn't.

She reached out her tiny hand, not toward me but past me, toward the door.

I lifted my head to follow her gaze. And that's when I saw them.

Two police officers walked through the café door, rain dripping from their uniforms.

The older one was tall and solid, with graying hair and steady eyes.

The younger one looked fresh-faced but determined. They scanned the room before their eyes landed on me.

The older officer approached first. "Ma'am, we were told you're disturbing other customers here. Is that true?"

"Someone called the police? On me?" I gasped.

"The manager, Carl, spotted us across the street and called us over," the younger officer explained, before turning to the wide-eyed waitress. "What was the disturbance?"