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Linda took the baby into her arms.
The little girl reached out, touched Linda’s cheek, and smiled.
And in that moment, I watched genuine happiness appear on the face of a woman who seemed to have forgotten how to feel joy for so many years.
Three months later, Linda sent me a photograph.
She was sitting on a park bench, with Rachel and little Emily beside her.
Beneath the photograph, she had written:
“Mary, do you remember our argument on the airplane? Since that day, I’ve started taking better care of myself. Now I go for walks every day, meet people, and no longer hide from the world. You reminded me that I can still change.”
I replied:
“And you reminded me that sometimes, behind a person we dislike at first sight, there’s an entire untold life story.”
Today, Linda and I are friends.
She never puts her feet on anyone else’s armrests anymore.