But I was tired. Irritated. I barely turned my head before replying, “It’s a short flight. I’m just trying to rest.”
The words came out sharper than I meant. She said nothing else. When I glanced sideways, I saw her — a young woman, visibly pregnant, one hand resting protectively over her belly. Her eyes looked weary, but she didn’t complain. She simply adjusted herself, quietly enduring the discomfort.
The Quiet Lesson That Followed
For the rest of the flight, I couldn’t quite relax. The engines hummed softly, and people around me chatted or scrolled through their phones. Yet the silence behind me seemed heavier than all the noise in the cabin.
When the plane landed, passengers began gathering their things, shuffling toward the exit. I noticed her again — still seated, moving slowly, trying not to bump into anyone.
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