“I’m deeply sorry for this misunderstanding. It’s…it’s an unprecedented mistake. Please, allow me to rectify this immediately,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, a desperate plea for absolution.
I nodded, keeping my expression neutral, though inside I was seething. My son needed to see Aunt Sarah, and the arrogance of the airline staff had pushed us to this brink. But this wasn’t the time for vindication; it was a moment to restore order and ensure Leo could see his Aunt.
As the Director scrambled to make arrangements, I knelt beside Leo again. Despite the chaos around us—the angry passengers, the blaring announcements, the scurrying airport staff—Leo had stopped crying. He looked at me, his eyes wide with the kind of trust that only a child can give. I smiled softly, brushing his hair back. “We’ll see Aunt Sarah soon, sweetheart. I promise.”
