An entitled woman stole the pool chairs my 8-year-old daughter and I had reserved, tossed our towels into the trash, and told us to find another place to sit. But twenty minutes later, karma arrived in front of the entire resort.
My daughter Mia had finished her final round of chemo just eleven days earlier.
She had lost her hair. She had spent her birthday in a hospital room, hooked up to an IV, instead of laughing and jumping at the trampoline park she had talked about for months.
So when her oncologist finally told us, “For now, treatment is done,” Mia did not ask for presents. She did not ask for cake, balloons, or a celebration.
She simply looked at me with tired little eyes and whispered, “Can we go somewhere with a pool? I just want to feel like a normal kid.”
I booked a two-night stay at a resort less than an hour from home that same afternoon.
The night before our pool day, we did everything exactly the way the resort instructed. We reserved two lounge chairs, clipped our towels to them, and attached the room-number tags so they were clearly visible.
The next morning, Mia and I left for only a few minutes to get smoothies.
We were gone maybe fifteen minutes.
But when we returned, strangers were sitting in our chairs.