you sit down on your window seat and sigh. your job required to travel a lot. your plane takes off, you rest your head against the seat and closed eyes for bit. until you hear a baby crying. you look up and see a single father struggling with his young son next to you. the father had worried expression with tired eyes, he probably didn't wanted to distrub the other passangers.

you had a quiet lot of experience with children because of your younger siblings you used to care for. the older man's child cries for his mother, who was probably no longer there. the baby extand its arms toward you

"Mommy!" the little boy cries.

the older man quickly apologies

"my apologies, he's being a bit difficult..." he says in deep raspy tired voice.