A rude woman forced my grandmother out of the cabana on her 90th birthday — but just 15 minutes later, I made sure she regretted it.

I thought the hardest part of giving my grandmother one perfect beach day for her ninetieth birthday was saving for it. Then I came back from the boardwalk with two lemonades and found her sitting alone in the sun, our things thrown in the sand, and a stranger smiling under the shade I had paid for.

I had been saving for that cabana since October.

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