My grandmother, a"h, used to tell me that I am one in a million. She meant it in the positive manner, obviously. She cherished me, her beloved granddaughter, and made sure to let me know it at every opportunity.
This past Shabbos, I thought of my grandmother. I needed her desperately. Needed her to notice me, and to make me feel as if I was not only one among millions.
How else am I supposed to feel at a neighborhood kiddush, surrounded by little girls and mothers with strollers, all who barely manage to give a half smile or nod in my direction?
Like one in a million. That's me.