Not a middle seat squeezed between strangers. Not an aisle seat where I’d be jostled every time someone passed by. I wanted that small, simple joy of watching clouds drift below me—my little escape from a world that never stopped demanding my attention.
When I boarded and slid into my seat, the hum of the cabin felt strangely peaceful. I tucked my bag under the seat, took a slow breath, and felt the tension of the week begin to fade.
The Request That Started It All
Just as I began to relax, a man and his young daughter approached my row. She couldn’t have been more than seven or eight—bright eyes, pigtails, the kind of energy that makes you smile without realizing it. She climbed into the middle seat beside me, her little face lighting up when she saw the window.
Then the light dimmed as quickly as it had appeared. She realized she wouldn’t be sitting next to it.
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