24/07/2025
It had been a pretty calm flight. We landed smoothly, and after I helped the last passenger off, I finally exhaled. I was tired but relieved. That's when I heard it — a baby crying. Faint at first, then louder. I stood frozen for a moment, trying to make sense of it. The plane was empty… wasn't it?
I rushed to the back, heart pounding. And there he was. A tiny baby, alone, wailing his little heart out in one of the seats. My stomach dropped. I scooped him up as gently as I could, whispering, "Where's your mama, sweetheart?" That's when I saw it — a neatly folded note tucked beside him.
I hesitated… then opened it.
"Don't waste your time looking for me if you find this note. I couldn't provide a good life for him. Please accept and love him as your own. I'd be grateful if you named him Matthew, the name I chose for him. Thank you."
I just stood there in shock, holding that precious little boy. My world shifted in an instant
