She pressed a hand against her chest.
“Tomorrow, I’m going to hold that little girl in my arms for the very first time.”
I could no longer speak.
But then Linda said something that touched me even more deeply.
“You know, in the past fifteen years, I’ve hardly gone anywhere. I was ashamed of people seeing me. Ashamed of my body, my appearance, my condition. Every time someone looked at me, I felt as though they were judging me.”
She lowered her eyes.
“Today, I could barely fit into my airplane seat. My legs are swollen, and sitting for a long time makes them hurt. I know I behaved terribly. But when you asked me to move my foot, I took it as just another insult.”
Linda looked at me.
“I’ve gotten used to being rude first, so other people don’t have the chance to hurt me.”