As I glanced at the teenager, I felt a flicker of hope in his kind eyes. He had tousled hair, a casual hoodie, and a calm maturity far beyond his years. Around us, the cabin grew quiet — everyone sensed a shift in the air.
“What’s your name?” he asked gently.
“I’m Margaret,” I whispered, clutching Lily close as she fussed in my arms.
The boy stood, giving a quick glance at the angry man beside us. “Margaret, please take my seat,” he said. “I’ll talk to the flight attendant — maybe she can help.”
He moved aside, motioning for me to sit. Gratitude and disbelief flooded through me. His kindness felt like sunlight breaking through a storm.
But the surly man sneered, “This is ridiculous! Why should I suffer because she can’t control her baby?”
The teenager turned toward him, voice steady but firm. “Sir, she’s doing her best. Babies cry — it’s not the end of the world. Maybe a little compassion would make this flight easier for everyone.”
The man opened his mouth to argue — then stopped. His face turned red as murmurs of agreement rippled through nearby passengers.
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