The tension on Flight 847 crept in quietly, the way unease often does, unnoticed until it fills the air. The seatbelt sign had just flickered on when a flight attendant stopped beside a young mother seated in first class, gently rocking her infant. The baby’s soft cries barely rose above the hum of the cabin, yet the attendant’s tone was sharp, clipped, and impatient. Passengers glanced up from their phones as the woman was told she was delaying departure, her presence suddenly framed as a problem instead of a person. Still, the mother—Kesha—didn’t raise her voice. She held her baby closer, apologized softly, and continued soothing her child as if calm itself were an act of resistance. Continue reading…
