Jackie Johnson-Smith was having a family meal at a pizza shop in Iowa when she received an unexpected act of generosity.
“I have breastfed three children,” she posted on Facebook, sharing a photo of the dinner bill. I have nursed them in innumerable settings, both private and public, in good times and bad. Though I’ve received a lot of looks and stares, tonight makes all of that negative energy go. Tonight was my first time dining at Fongs. I breastfed my cranky infant in the booth for a while before leaving the table early to avoid disturbing the dining area.
“My spouse received this receipt from the waitress. I was emotional and unable to speak. It felt fantastic, even though I don’t deserve a pat on the back for feeding my child. The message concluded, “It’s incredible how women can empower one another and make each other feel.
Waitress Bodi Kinney wrote the statement, saying to Des Moines’ KCCI 8 News, “We need to come together and support each other when it comes to nursing our children.”
My MIL Told My Daughter the Birthday Cake She Baked Was Disgusting – So I Made Her Seriously Regret Her Words
When my daughter Emma’s heartfelt birthday cake for her step-grandmother was cruelly rejected by Barbara, I decided enough was enough. Barbara had always been cold towards Emma, making her feel unwelcome in our blended family. Determined to defend Emma, I orchestrated a series of retaliations that made Barbara regret her hurtful words.
Emma, eager to win Barbara over, baked a beautiful cake for her birthday. But Barbara’s reaction was devastating—she called it “disgusting” and shattered Emma’s hopes. John, my husband and Emma’s father, tried to calm things, but Barbara remained unapologetic. Emma was left in tears, asking why Barbara didn’t like her.
That night, seething with anger, I plotted my revenge. Knowing Barbara cherished her garden, I spread manure in her prized flower beds. Barbara’s fury was palpable when she discovered the mess the next morning. I feigned innocence, enjoying the sweet taste of payback.
But I wasn’t finished. Before Barbara’s important dinner party, I swapped the sugar in her pantry with salt. The disastrous dessert that followed left Barbara embarrassed in front of her guests. Seeing her humiliated was satisfying, but it wasn’t enough to make up for her cruelty towards Emma.
Barbara’s habit of gossiping about Emma pushed me further. I anonymously reported her derogatory remarks to the community center where she volunteered, resulting in Barbara being asked to step down. She was livid, but she had no idea I was behind it.
For the final act of my revenge, I organized a family gathering where Emma baked another cake. This time, John and his father stood by Emma’s side. When Barbara tried to say something snarky, John firmly shut her down, declaring Emma’s place in our family.
Barbara was left speechless, realizing she had lost the support of her family. Emma felt loved and accepted, finally getting the celebration she deserved. It was a sweet victory, and Barbara knew she had been outplayed.
In the end, Barbara learned a valuable lesson about kindness and acceptance, while Emma learned that her family would always stand up for her.
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