Instantly, the little boy buried his wet, tear-stained face deep into my shoulder. The little girl pressed her soft cheek firmly against my neck and grabbed my shirt collar tightly with her tiny, trembling fingers.
And just like magic, both babies stopped crying.
The entire cabin grew dead quiet. People openly stared. A few passengers began to whisper to one another. I lifted my chin and raised my voice just enough for everyone in the surrounding rows to hear me clearly.
“Is there a parent on this plane?” I asked firmly. “If these are your children, please come forward right now.”
Nothing. Not a single sound. Not a rustle of movement. Not a single passenger raised a hand or stepped out into the aisle.
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