ICM Conference (2)

“Does anyone have any questions?”

After the lecture ended, the moderator picked up the microphone.

Rustle-rustle-.

Hands shot up all around the room.

I wanted to ask a question too, so I shot my hand up—wham-.

But…

My arm was so tiny that it disappeared among everyone else’s hands.

Buried completely beneath the hands of the adults seated behind me, I doubted the moderator could see me.

“Hmm.”

I thought for a moment, then turned to Mom beside me...