“Now, Alicia, you must understand,” Betsy started, her voice cool and composed as she gestured towards the children in the pool. “The other kids have been coming here for years. They’re a bit more familiar with each other, that’s all.”
“Familiarity doesn’t justify exclusion,” I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady despite the anger simmering inside me. “Timmy is your grandson, just like the rest of them. He deserves to feel welcomed.”
Betsy let out a sigh, as if I was the one being unreasonable. “Honestly, Alicia, maybe Timmy is just a little overwhelmed. It’s a big group. Sometimes children need time to adjust.”
