A Flight That Started with TensionThe man across the aisle didn’t lower his voice. “It’s too noisy,” he snapped, arms crossed. “I didn’t pay to listen to a baby cry for three hours.”His words hit harder than the turbulence. Heat rose to my face as I instinctively pulled my son, Ethan, closer. I rocked him gently, whispering apologies I wasn’t sure he needed. The cabin felt smaller. The hum of the engines no longer soothed—it suffocated. Around us, passengers avoided eye contact, fixated on screens or tray tables, yet the tension lingered. I wished I could disappear, simply to stop...
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