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 laughed.
“On a mat, Marcus.”
“Not funny.”
“A little funny.”
Maybe.
Humor belongs to the person who survived the moment more than anyone else.
I let her have it.
She no longer crawls because someone removed her choices.
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