They told us we didn’t belong there. One moment, my grandson was laughing through a mouthful of whipped cream. The next, a stranger muttered under his breath, and a waitress quietly asked us to leave the café. I thought it was simple cruelty — until Ben pointed at her face… and everything I believed about our lives shifted forever. My daughter and her husband had spent nearly ten years trying to have a baby. There were doctors, treatments, pills, and tears — the kind of waiting that makes the air in a home heavy, like even hope has gone silent.…
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