It was supposed to be an ordinary flight — one of those quiet stretches between a long week and the comfort of home. I boarded, found my seat, and exhaled, already craving rest. Without thinking, I pressed the button to recline, eager to relax for a few hours before landing.
A few seconds later, a soft voice came from behind me.
“Excuse me,” the woman said gently, “I’m sorry, but I’m having a little trouble breathing.”
But I was tired. Irritated. I barely turned my head before replying, “It’s a short flight. I’m just trying to rest.”….
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