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When the plane touched down, the father smiled at me as we gathered our things. It wasn’t an apology, but it was enough. The little girl waved. “Bye, lady with the window!” she said brightly.
I smiled back. “Bye, sweetheart.”
And as I walked down the jet bridge, I carried with me something far more valuable than any souvenir: the realization that boundaries are not walls—they are windows.
They let light in, and they let you breathe.
The Lesson That Stayed
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