The cabin hummed with a different kind of energy now, one that felt like hope.
As the plane climbed, the cabin was quiet, the hum of the engine steady.
A young girl across the aisle, clutching a worn stuffed bear, looked at Lysandra and smiled.
Lysandra smiled back, her hands folded in her lap. The girl’s mom leaned over, whispering: “Thank you for this.
She’s never flown before.” Lysandra nodded, her throat tight. The passengers didn’t know her name. Didn’t need to.
But when the plane landed, they stood, clapping, their applause soft but real.
Lysandra stood too, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. She stepped off the plane, her sneakers quiet on the jetway.
“You’ve been judged. You’ve been pushed aside. You’ve stood in rooms where no one saw you and you kept going.
You weren’t wrong to stay quiet. You weren’t alone in your strength. The sky doesn’t judge.
