04/04/2025
It was a real nightmare. My wife passed away four days ago during childbirth. I was holding our newborn daughter, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Mary was gone — that she never even got to meet our baby girl. All I wanted was to get back home.
"Is this your child sir?" the woman on the boarding gate asked me.
"Of course she is. She's 4 days old. Now can I get through?" I said, irritated.
"I'm sorry sir, but you can't go, she's too little," the woman said sternly.
"What's this?!" I asked angrily. "Are you saying I have to remain here?! I have no family here to stay with. I had just lost my wife! I must get home today!"
"It's the policy, sir," the woman said, turning to the next person in line.
I had no words. It would take me quite some time to obtain the document. And... I also had nowhere to go in this state and no one to ask for help. I was utterly alone.
I was ready to spend the night at the airport with my little baby girl in my arms, but then, I remembered the only person in the whole world who could help.
So I dialed her number.👇
