I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

bathroom.”

“Then you should have stayed home.”

My throat tightened.

I wanted to answer her.

I wanted to tell her that staying home was exactly what I had been doing for a month. I wanted to tell her that every room in our house reminded me of Dean and that some mornings I could barely walk past his shoes near the door.

Instead, I looked down at my son.

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