The woman spent half the flight criticizing my daughter, but the moment she mocked the little carton of apple juice in her hand, I knew she’d made a mistake. She just didn’t realize how serious it was. Minutes later, an alarm would expose the truth, and not a single person on that plane would look at her the same way again.
The woman sitting beside my nine-year-old daughter looked her up and down before saying, « Your mother should’ve bought you two plane tickets. »
My daughter, Allison, has lived with type 1 diabetes since she was four.
By nine, she wore a continuous glucose monitor, counted carbohydrates better than most adults, and always carried something sugary in case her blood sugar dropped.
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