The woman sitting beside my nine-year-old daughter told her that her mother should have been forced to buy two plane tickets.
My daughter, Phoebe, was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes when she was five.
By nine, she could read the numbers on her glucose monitor, count carbohydrates, and recognize the first signs that her blood sugar was falling. She always carried juice, glucose tablets, and a small emergency kit in her backpack.
She was also heavier than some children her age.