She tried. I could see the fatigue in her eyes, too. But the boy’s excitement was stronger than her words. The flight attendant even stopped by to remind them gently that other passengers were trying to rest. Nothing worked. The kicks kept coming, and my patience began to crumble.
The Moment I Could Have Lost My Temper
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I could feel that familiar tightness in my chest—the one that comes when you’re seconds away from snapping. But just as I was about to say something sharp, a quieter thought slipped in: Maybe there’s another way to handle this.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, stood, and turned around. The boy froze mid-kick, his eyes wide. He wasn’t scared—he was curious.
I knelt beside his seat. “Hey, buddy,” I said softly. “You really like airplanes, don’t you?”
He nodded, smiling. “Yeah! I want to be a pilot one day! This is my first time flying!”
