That day on the plane taught me that advocating for your health isn’t rude. It’s necessary.
Sometimes the kindest thing you can do for yourself is to stand firm when others try to minimize your needs. My condition isn’t visible, but it’s real, and I have every right to manage it properly.
No one’s comfort is more important than another person’s health.
And that’s a lesson worth remembering, whether you’re at 30,000 feet or with both feet on the ground.
Emily, who had taken to reading the letters with me. She picked up a bright yellow envelope and grinned. “This one’s from California, Mom. A single dad…
in my contact list. You are a sunk cost, Elena. He’d said it two years earlier during yet another lecture about my “small thinking.” It had landed…
into bed. I knew this moment would come, and now that it was here, I didn’t know what to say. I sighed, stroking his hair gently. “Dad…
circular drive curved around a fountain that had never once been turned off, not even during the drought years. Manicured hedges lined the path, trimmed into obedient…
