I was exhausted, traveling alone with my baby, Ethan, on a crowded flight. My husband, David, had passed away months before, leaving me to raise our son alone. Ethan was upset and crying, and no matter what I tried, nothing seemed to calm him down.
A man seated beside me grew impatient and suggested loudly that I take my baby to the restroom and stay there until the flight was over. Embarrassed and heartbroken, I gathered our things and started walking toward the back of the plane, holding Ethan close.
