The Boy

"Passengers boarding Delta Airways flight A438, your gate is now open for boarding." I sat back in my chair impatiently waiting for the announcement of my flight. I noticed a little boy shifting around in his seat. "Keith, stop that." His father sternly said. He was rather still for about five minutes, but he suddenly turned around to face the woman sitting behind him. Obviously annoyed, his father rolled his eyes and gave an apologetic look to the lady. The little boy gazed at her with a frustrated look on his face, and his big blue eyes were fixed on hers, as if he was trying to figure out what she was thinking.

"You look like my mommy. She's up there, in the sky. But she doesn't have a plane like us. She's there by herself with the angels."

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, his father clenched his jaw and slowly turned around to look at the lady. She looked so confused and she was at a loss for words. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he heard what his son had to say next.

"I know you're not my mommy. She's not coming back. But I just wanted to say that you are very, very beautiful, just like she was. Maybe one day you'll be a mommy, but not my mommy. No, I don't need another mommy. Daddy's good enough. Better than good, the best!" Unaware of how his words had affected the lady and his father, he turned back around and sat down with an accomplished look on his face, content with what he had just done. 

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