Someone made room for my slower pace

Dear Delyara, I was moving more slowly than usual this week and expected, as I often do, to feel like a problem because of it. Instead, someone made room for my pace. No visible impatience. No pressure. No subtle punishment through tone. Just enough softness that I could stay human in the moment without feeling I was inconveniencing the world. That stayed with me. Patience is one of the kindest forms of dignity.