And suddenly, I understood.
He wasn’t worried about how he’d treated me.
He was worried about the consequences.
I closed my book.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
His expression hardened.
“You’re seriously going to ruin my reputation over a little legroom?”
I looked him straight in the eyes.
“No. Your behavior is your responsibility. I’m simply telling the truth.”
He stared at me, then walked away without another word.
After we landed, I went to the airline’s customer-service desk and submitted a written complaint.
I didn’t ask for compensation.
I simply wanted the incident documented.
An hour later, I finally saw my daughter waiting near the airport exit.
She was holding my tiny granddaughter, Rose.
The moment she placed that precious baby in my arms, I began to cry.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” she asked.
I smiled through my tears.
“Nothing, sweetheart. Grandma just learned something important today.”
