I’d been anticipating that flight for weeks. After months buried in work and endless deadlines, I finally decided to give myself a small gift – a window seat.
There’s something healing about staring out at the clouds, a quiet escape that makes your problems feel smaller.
When I settled into my seat, I felt an unexpected calm wash over me.
But it didn’t last long. A man and his young daughter sat beside me, and the girl’s eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the window—only to dim with disappointment when she realized she couldn’t have it.
