I looked down at Rose’s little face.
For sixty-one years, I’d believed that keeping the peace meant staying silent.
But now I knew better.
My husband had been right all along.
Kindness is a beautiful thing.
But kindness doesn’t mean surrendering your dignity.
And no matter how small you are, nobody has the right to make you feel like you deserve less.
That afternoon, as my granddaughter wrapped her tiny fingers around mine, I made myself a promise.
I would never again apologize for taking up the space that rightfully belonged to me.