“Who does she think she is?”
It was so quietly spoken, followed by giggles, I wasn't sure she said it out loud. It seemed possible that I just thought it. After all, it wouldn't be the first time I've heard that remark.
I've heard it from the time I was a small girl, all imagination and big dreams. I've heard it from friends, family, even my own parents.
I caught her eye, feeling fragile but giving her a confident smile that would silently let her know:
"I didn't hear a thing, I deserve to be here, you know. I'm worthy."