I Arrested a 91-Year-Old Grandma for Felony Theft – but the Moment She Told Me Her Reason, My Knees Buckled

Every other Sunday, we’d drive out. Bring groceries. Share a meal. Sit and talk like family.

My daughters call her Grandma Gigi now.

And every time I see her, I’m reminded that the law isn’t always the same as justice.

Gigi didn’t steal a meal. She stole my heart. And if you think kindness is weakness, you’ve never looked into the eyes of a mother who’s spent her life carrying the weight of two.