As soon as she sits, she begins nursing her child. Most of the windows on the bus are closed, and the air is stifling. Just like in elementary school, I don’t think to open them til an “older kid”—in this case a Belizean man in his early 20s wearing a Kobe Bryant jersey—brusquely reaches around Kira to open the window in her seat. I sheepishly open mine, hoping to avoid his obvious disdain. Why wouldn’t we think to open the windows, especially to make it more comfortable for a young nursing mother? As cooler air rushes in, I can’t think of a reason, and that makes me feel guilty. What a moron, to sit in a bus with closed windows, wishing for air conditioning.

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