The sun was shining through the window directly in her face. I asked if she wanted me to draw the small blind down. She liked the sunshine and was okay.
"Do you have family in Minneapolis?" she asked me."I used to live in Rochester, just south of it. I'm returning after nearly two years," I replied."I'm seeing my son and his family," she shared."That's so nice. My mom used to visit me when I lived in Minnesota," I replied.
Towards the end of our flight, I wished her happy times reuniting with her son and grandchildren. It has been ages since anyone has gingerly held my arm as a token of affection. She did just that, which was sweet. She thanked me and was thrilled to finally see them.
Travel seems scary during a pandemic, but there are still stories to tell and good people out there.
