I handed my daughter an emergency pad from my bag, and she rushed to the airplane bathroom, trying to hold it together. A few minutes later, a flight attendant told me she was asking for me.
When I knocked gently on the door, her shaky voice said, “It leaked. On my jeans.” My heart sank. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said and offered her a hoodie to tie around her waist. Her face was red with embarrassment, but she…