The Window Seat

Lexile: 880 | Grade: 7

Passage

Ever since she was little, Priya had preferred the window seat. Whether it was a school bus or a family car, the window offered her a place to think. She liked watching the trees blur past and the clouds shift shapes in the sky.

Now, on the plane to visit her aunt in Chicago, Priya sat by the window again, but something felt different. This time, she wasn’t just watching. She was wondering—about high school, about who she was becoming, and about the things that used to feel simple but didn’t anymore.

Her mom sat beside her, flipping through a magazine. Priya wanted to ask her a hundred questions but didn’t know how to start. Instead, she looked out the window at the layer of clouds below, pretending the sky could answer.

The flight attendant came by and asked what they’d like to drink. Her mom said, 'Orange juice.' Priya hesitated, then said, 'Same.'

Her mom turned to her and smiled. 'You always used to pick apple.'

Priya shrugged. 'I guess I’m trying new things.'

They sat in silence for a moment. Then her mom said softly, 'Trying new things doesn’t mean forgetting who you are.'

Priya nodded, not sure if she agreed yet—but glad someone had said it aloud.