A Stranger Stole the Seat I Paid Extra For and Laughed When I Asked Her to Move — Ten Minutes After Takeoff, My 10-Year-Old Stood Up and Silenced the Whole Cabin
A lump came up in my throat, because it had taken me the better part of thirty years and a great deal of pain to learn that particular sentence, and here was my ten-year-old arriving at it on her own at a baggage carousel in Orlando.
“No, baby,” I said.
“It’s not the same at all.
Forgiving someone means you set down the wanting-to-hurt-them-back.
It doesn’t mean you agree it was okay.
You never have to agree it was okay.
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