My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, had never been on an airplane before. To celebrate her beating a severe childhood illness, I had saved up for months to buy us two First-Class tickets to Hawaii. I wanted her to feel like a princess. We boarded early, and the sheer joy radiating from her face as she sank into the oversized leather seat was worth every penny I had scraped together.

We were dressed in simple, comfortable clothes—faded jeans and plain hoodies. In a cabin full of designer suits and expensive perfumes, we certainly didn’t look like we belonged. But I had the boarding passes in my pocket, and for once, we were going to enjoy the good life.