At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them

She became quieter.

My mother became bolder.

I called the result:

Family harmony.

The camera did not expose only Phyllis.

It exposed me.

That is why the title of this story should not be:

The Day I Chose My Wife Over My Mother.