“The Surprising Way I Reacted When a Child Kept Hitting My Seat on a Flight”
After a long, draining business trip that seemed to stretch endlessly across time zones and airports, I boarded the plane home with a single desire: a few hours of quiet rest.
My body ached from cramped seats, rushing through terminals, and long hours of meetings. My mind was saturated with spreadsheets, deadlines, and the constant ping of notifications that never seemed to stop.
As soon as I buckled in, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let myself imagine being home—my own bed, a warm shower, and a rare moment of…
After a long, draining business trip that seemed to stretch endlessly across time zones and airports, I boarded the plane home with a single desire: a few hours of quiet rest.
My body ached from cramped seats, rushing through terminals, and long hours of meetings. My mind was saturated with spreadsheets, deadlines, and the constant ping of notifications that never seemed to stop.
As soon as I buckled in, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let myself imagine being home—my own bed, a warm shower, and a rare moment of…
