An Entitled Woman Took the Lounge Chairs My 8-Year-Old Daughter and I Had Reserved and Threw Our Towels in the Trash – She Turned Pale When Karma Struck Her 20 Minutes Later

"How do you know my name?"

I had. While apologizing because I thought I was taking too long.

"We actually have something that really is yours," he said.

He handed her a smaller blue box tied with silver ribbon.

Mia opened it slowly.

Inside was a stuffed sea turtle wearing tiny sunglasses, two dessert vouchers, a photo session card, and a laminated badge that read, "Pool Hero."

But beneath all that was a handwritten card.

He handed her a smaller blue box tied with silver ribbon.

Mia pulled it out.

Different handwriting filled the inside.

"Welcome back to being a kid."

"Your cannonball made my morning."

"We saved the shadiest umbrella for you."

"Strawberry smoothies are better with whipped cream. Come see me."

"Keep swimming, brave girl."

I looked up.

"Welcome back to being a kid."

The young man from the smoothie bar lifted his hand.

The lifeguard smiled.

A housekeeper near the towel station wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist.

My throat closed.

The manager stood beside me.

"I hope you don't mind me saying something."

I shook my head.