The baby’s cries pierced through the cabin like small thunderclaps. Heads turned. Eyes rolled. A few passengers sighed dramatically, adjusting their headphones or muttering under their breath.
Maya clutched her son, Noah, close to her chest. At just five months old, it was his first flight—and hers too since becoming a mother. She had already tried everything: rocking him, humming softly, even walking up and down the narrow aisle. But nothing helped. Noah’s cries grew louder, echoing her own rising panic.
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