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

because you understand what you did.”

Patrice nodded.

“I do.”

She took out her phone.

Then she stared at the screen.

“I think I need to tell Laurel something.”

I said nothing.

After a moment, she asked, “What would you say?”

“I wouldn’t say it for you.”

She nodded slowly.

Then she started typing.

She deleted the first message.

Typed another.

Deleted that too.

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