For a moment, even the steady hum of the plane seemed to fade. Then, from the back of the cabin, a man spoke up.

“She’s right,” he said. “I’m a father too. Babies cry. That’s what they do.”

Others murmured in agreement. Someone even clapped softly. The atmosphere shifted—what had been judgment turned into quiet solidarity.

The attendant looked flustered. “I’ll… I’ll bring a blanket,” she said finally, her tone subdued. She walked away without another word

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