I Was Slapped In A Grocery Aisle For Buying My Daughter A Birthday Doll — The Parking Lot Made Me Choose Between Keeping Quiet Or Finally Saving Us, And I Picked The One That Changes Everything I was three feet from checkout when my mother’s voice sliced through the store. “Melissa.” The way she says my name is always a warning. Emma, almost seven, held the doll box against her chest like a secret. It was on sale. I’d saved for months. Two more sleeps. That was our happy plan. My mother walked u