Grandma's Golden Boy
Lauren shouted, her face flushed with anger.
Her daughter, Mia, hid behind her, crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. Her little dress was wrinkled and disheveled.
Hearing the commotion, my mother came out. The moment she saw the scene, she immediately pulled Ryder behind her and snapped with her hands on her hips, "What are you yelling for? You're about to shake my door off its hinges!"
Lauren pointed at Ryder, her hand trembling from anger. "Ask your precious grandson what he did! He lifted Mia's skirt in public! And he even called her a deadweight!"