An Entitled Woman Kicked My Son’s Sandcastle Into the Ocean Because It “Ruined Her View” — Twenty Minutes Later, the Lifeguard Walked Straight Toward Her Carrying a Golden Box

Simon’s old tackle box.

“Mom,” he asked, holding it by the wooden stick, “do you think Dad can still see the sandcastles I build for him?”

I turned away before answering.

Not because I did not know what to say.

Because I knew exactly what he needed me to say.

“Yes, baby,” I told him. “I think he sees them.”

So we came back.

Noah chose a spot where the sand continue reading …