HE CRAWLED INTO MY LAP MID-FLIGHT

At first, I didn’t even notice him. Trying to ignore the turbulence and the man next to me who kept letting out a loud sigh whenever I moved, I was halfway through my audiobook. A little hand then tugged at my sleeve. This young youngster, who might have been three or four years old, just stood in the aisle with his eyes wide and appeared to have been crying. He scudded straight into my lap before I could say anything. As if he recognized me, he curled up. As if he had already done it. I went cold. Everyone in… CONTINUE READING…