All around me, the insensitive comments from other irritated passengers made my already bruised heart ache even more.
A woman in a sharp business suit muttered loudly and angrily about the noise ruining her flight. A man actually rolled his eyes and huffed as he squeezed past them in the aisle. Even the flight attendants seemed entirely baffled and unsure of what to do about the abandoned infants.
Each time someone tall or imposing leaned over the babies to check on them, the little ones flinched in terror. It broke my heart to realize they had clearly already learned, in their short six months of life, that adults were not always a source of safety.
Then, the young, stylishly dressed woman seated directly beside me touched my arm very gently.
“Someone needs to be the bigger person here,” she said in a soft, urging whisper. “Those babies need someone right now.”
