10/21/2025
I’m 72, raising Ben alone after his mom died. We rarely go out, but I promised him hot chocolate after a dentist visit. At the café, Ben laughed with whipped cream on his nose. A man muttered, “Can’t you control him?” A woman said, “Some don’t belong here.” The waitress told me, “Maybe you’d be more comfortable outside.” I said we should leave, but Ben whispered, “No, Grandma. We can’t.” He was staring behind me. I turned. To continues check in the first comment👇
