I almost threw up on the plane when the obese woman sitting behind me put her barefoot, dirty and stinky straight on my armrest. When I asked him to take it off, he laughed and said, “My feet need air. If you don’t like it, sit down somewhere else.” I’ve never seen such a brazenness. I decided to teach her a lesson and soon after, the whole plane was laughing at her. But when I found out who that woman really was and where she was traveling, I wished I had never done it…

I remembered the first few months after my husband’s death.

I remembered how I locked myself up at home, rejected the visits, and sometimes I didn’t even answer phone calls.

I knew that pain very well.

But that didn’t mean Linda’s behavior was acceptable.

“Linda, I’m so sorry about your daughter,” I said softly. But you must also understand that your pain does not give you the right to treat others badly.

She nodded.

I know. And I apologize.

Just then the flight attendant returned.

He had a little blue envelope in his hand.Models Anatomy

I found it. He had fallen under the seat and slid into the back row.

Linda took the envelope with both hands.

He took an old photograph and a small paper.

In the photograph, Emily appeared smiling while hugging her mother.

And on paper, written with the lyrics of his daughter, you could read these words: