On a quiet flight, clouds drifting like soft cotton outside the window, a traveler noticed a little boy signaling for help with trembling hands. Concerned, they leaned in and gently asked what was wrong. The boy whispered, pointing at the woman beside him, “She’s not my mom… I can’t find my mom.” His eyes shimmered with worry and uncertainty.
The traveler’s heart softened instantly, recognizing the boy’s need for comfort and support. Before the traveler could call a flight attendant, the woman next to the boy slowly opened her eyes. She looked at him with surprise, not annoyance but confusion, as though she had also woken into an unexpected moment.Continue reading…
