It gave me the courage to stop begging someone else to choose me.
Because the most important person on that plane wasn’t Vanessa.
It wasn’t Tyler.
It was the little boy in the back row who had drawn a picture for his father and still found the courage to ask if he wanted it.
And from that day forward, I promised myself I would never let Mason believe that someone else’s selfish choices could determine how much he was worth.
He was loved.
He was enough.
And so was I.
