Not Her Jam
We were all separated because my mother-in law booked the flight. It wasn’t her fault, it was just one of those things. My husband and older daughter were seated further in the front and I was across the aisle from two-year-old. She was screamed at, as being seated next to strangers wasn’t her thing. The flight attendant was rolling their eyes at me and I was also crying. A woman next to me then offered to swap.
I normally don’t cry like that but I was so upset after losing the two-year old in the airport just 30 minutes earlier. I am a nervous traveler and it all became too much. I was embarrassed but I thought I would never see these people again. But I was wrong. The woman who helped was a regular in the office where I work.
A slightly humorous note: I went to check on my 7-year-old who was sitting on the aisle opposite my husband and found her seated next to a couple of young people, probably 18 or 19, that were seated near them. They told me that she was very well behaved and had warned them not to talk to strangers when they sat down.
