10/03/2025
I'm 65. My daughter died during childbirth, and her husband left a note saying fatherhood wasn’t for him — then disappeared, leaving baby Lily with me. I became her only guardian. Living on a pension, I worked side jobs just to make ends meet. When a friend invited me to visit and offered help with Lily, I saved up for a cheap plane ticket. But as soon as we boarded, Lily started crying. I tried everything — feeding, rocking — nothing worked. People stared. Then the man beside me snapped: "Can you shut that child up?!" "I'm trying," I whispered. "Not hard enough! Take her to the restroom and don’t come back!" Holding back tears, I stood up and walked down the aisle with Lily. Before I reached the restroom, someone stopped me. Lily suddenly went quiet… and reached out — not to me. I looked up. Everyone on the plane was watching.