My brother treated his own children to $120 ribeye steaks, then pushed a plain hot dog toward my eight-year-old son and casually remarked, “This is good enough for him.” My mother didn’t say a single word in defense of her grandson. Instead, she looked directly at me and quietly said, “You should have brought something for him from home.” I simply smiled, waited for the waiter to come back, then rose from my seat and made one simple request that wiped every smile from their faces.
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