HE CRAWLED INTO MY LAP MID-FLIGHT—AND NO ONE CAME TO CLAIM HIM I didn’t even notice him at first. I was halfway into my audiobook, trying to ignore the turbulence and the guy next to me who kept sighing dramatically every time I moved. Then I felt a tiny hand tug at my sleeve. This little boy—maybe three or four—just stood there in the aisle, eyes wide, looking like he’d been crying. Before I could even say anything, he crawled right into my lap. Curled up like he knew me. Like he’d done it before. I froze. People around us glanced over, but nobody said a word. The flight attendant walked by, smiled at him like it was sweet, and kept going. I didn’t know what to do. My first instinct was to ask where his parents were, but he had already tucked his head under my arm, breathing slow like he was finally safe. I scanned the rows around us, waiting for someone—anyone—to speak up. But nothing. I held him the whole flight. No one came for him. No announcements. No panic. Just… silence. And when we landed, and everyone stood to get their bags, I finally asked the woman across the aisle if she knew where his parents were. She blinked at me and said, “I thought you were his mom.” That’s when the pit in my stomach really started to grow.⬇️ (continue reading in the first cᴑmment)

I didn’t notice him at first, absorbed in my audiobook. Then a small hand tugged at my sleeve. A little boy, maybe three or four, with red eyes

from crying, climbed into my lap. He curled up like he belonged there, and I froze. No one said anything. He fell asleep, trusting me.

When the flight ended, I asked a woman next to me about his parents. She thought I was his mother. The boy,

Finn, didn’t know where his parents were. Security got involved but no one came for him. I offered to stay with him until they were found.

Eventually, a tearful woman arrived,followed by a man, both unaware Finn was missing.Later, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I called a social worker, who informed me his parents weren’t getting custody back. Without thinking,

I asked if I could foster him. After many steps, they agreed.Finn came to live with me. It wasn’t easy,but over time, we grew close.

Six months later, his parents regained custody. Saying goodbye was the hardest part, but I told him I’d always be there for him. Even in small,

unexpected moments, we can change someone’s life.This was my moment with Finn, a child who needed a safe place, even for a short time.

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