Yesterday we boarded a plane to fly home. Richie was next to the window, Jillian had the middle seat, and I was on the aisle. As we were settling in & buckling up, I heard him breathing strangely. The noises he was making were so subtle that no one around us could have possibly realized anything was wrong, but I could tell he was distressed.
“Richie,” I asked, “are you okay?”
He paused for a beat and then said very, very calmly and evenly, “Yes. I just go crazy sometimes.”