Seas of people create paths, just so that I can pass through. I’ve never been anything more than a nuisance. I expect glares to drill into me. But they just nod and smile. It’s been like this all night. I feel different. Older. Stronger. I carry more confidence in my gait, and I wonder, if all this time, I just needed to believe in myself. And then I’d receive this response. It overwhelms me in ways I can’t explain.
