The flight from New York to London had been smooth sailing until it was time to land. As a flight attendant going about my final check, a piercing cry rang out in the otherwise hushed business class section. To my utter astonishment, I discovered a baby all by himself in seat 3A, wailing his little heart out, with a note placed right beside him.
The note disclosed that the mother was unable to offer a decent life for the child. She requested that we name him Matthew Harris and take him in with love. Panic-stricken, I immediately radioed for security. The officers arrived promptly. After realizing there was no trace of the mother, they took Matthew to child services, leaving me filled with worry.
