I was in such a dark place that when my mom invited us to stay with her so I could get at least a little relief from the nightmare, I agreed.
The plane was full, so my 8-year-old daughter, Louise, ended up sitting one row behind me.
With my 5-month-old son in my arms, I settled into the seat next to a woman.
The woman beside me already looked irritated before we even took off.
She immediately rolled her eyes and said:
“If your baby starts SCREAMING, I’m not going to sit here and listen to it.
I’M WARNING YOU!`
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