The attendant frowned. “Ma’am, I’m just trying to maintain order—”

“No,” the woman interrupted. “You’re humiliating a grieving mother who’s doing her best. I know because I lost my daughter and son-in-law in an accident last year. She left behind a baby—just about that little boy’s age.”

The cabin fell silent. The attendant’s eyes widened slightly, unsure how to respond.

“This woman,” the older lady continued, gesturing toward Maya, “isn’t being inconsiderate. She’s being human. And maybe what she needs is compassion, not criticism.”