Abandoned at 30,000 Feet: A Heartbreaking Discovery
It had been a calm flight, and I had just said goodbye to the last passenger when—
A loud baby's cry echoed from another part of the plane. At first, I thought it was just my tired imagination. But then the cry came again, even louder!
My heart skipped a beat as I rushed over. But when I finally got there, I nearly fainted at the sight—a baby, all alone, crying his little heart out. The sight shattered me into pieces.
"Where's your mom, sweetie?" I whispered, reaching out to him. That’s when I noticed a note, carefully folded into thirds. My hands trembled as I picked it up and opened it. My eyes widened as I read the heartbreaking words:
"Don’t waste time looking for me if you find this note. I couldn’t provide a good life for him. Please, take him in and love him as if he were your own. I’d be grateful if you named him Matthew Harris, the name I chose for him. Thank you."
I stood there, stunned, holding the baby in one arm and the note in the other. What had just happened?
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