For the first time since the seating dispute began, my daughter seemed completely certain about what she was going to do.
She unfastened her seatbelt.
Then she opened her backpack.
I almost stood up immediately because my first thought was that she was coming back to me.
But Emma didn’t walk toward row fourteen.
Instead, she carefully stepped into the aisle beside row eleven.
A flight attendant noticed her and started toward the row.
The woman looked irritated again, as though Emma’s movement itself were another offense.
I could feel people watching now.
This was different from the impatient glances during boarding.
They weren’t waiting for the aisle to clear anymore.
They were trying to understand what a ten-year-old girl had seen before takeoff that had made her stand up now.
Emma reached
