overhead.
Dad stopped just beyond the entrance.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He inhaled slowly.
“Perfectly fine. Let’s get moving.”
We checked his suitcase and entered the security line.I kept his boarding pass ready and reminded him to remove his belt, empty his pockets, and prepare his shoes for inspection.
He patiently followed my instructions.
Looking back, I wish I’d recognized how much dignity he was quietly surrendering just to make me comfortable.
We were three passengers from the security checkpoint when Dad struggled to put his passport back inside his jacket.
His fingers weren’t as nimble as they used to be.
It delayed us perhaps five seconds.
A man standing behind us released an exaggerated sigh.
He
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