đź’” When I was too scared to ask for help, you understood that I needed you.
I was flying home to say goodbye to my dying father, not knowing when I would return.-says the young mommyđź’”
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For me, it was an indefinite one-way journey. Sitting with your seven-month-old twins, you didn’t know that I had left behind my two little daughters (aged three and two).
You didn’t know that I was leaving behind a part of my family and bidding farewell to another. I felt like the entire plane was rolling its eyes at my half-hearted attempts to calm their tears.
As the twins cried desperately, a overwhelmed mother received disdainful looks from everyone on the plane, until the kindness of a stranger changed everything.
Everyone had the right to be annoyed. No one knew that one of my twins cried day after day. She was one of those babies who never calmed down.
She was accustomed to blocking out cries, and I would have done the same when we were all stuck on the plane.
Honestly, I felt like standing in the aisle and saying, ‘If you’re tired of hearing me cry, come help me!’ My biggest regret is not taking a photo of you holding your daughter.
Today, what is not documented by a camera may seem like it never happened. I don’t remember your name or where you’re from. Honestly, I don’t even remember your face.
But I wish I did. You saved my mental health. For everyone else, it would have been easy to speculate about my mothering abilities.
Instead, you saw a mother in need and jumped in without hesitation. It’s nice to have someone who understands that the pressure of perfection is not always achievable.
Sometimes, I wish people would make more effort to help a distressed mother, or at least offer a genuine smile. I said:
‘I’m traveling alone with my twins to say goodbye to my dying father. If I could go back and start over, I would be grateful.'”
