The Kind Attendant Becomes A Glimmer of Hope

As Beatrice shuffled through the galley, she noticed someone hurrying toward her. It was the kind flight attendant, back after checking the system for her name and seat number. The grandma paused, a small spark of hope flickering inside her.

The tension between the two attendants was clear, with the mean one snapping in irritation and rolling her eyes as her colleague approached. The kind staff called out urgently, her breathless voice cutting through the thick air of suspense. Beatrice’s heart raced, wondering if this was finally the resolution she had been desperately waiting for. The entire cabin seemed to hold its breath, the outcome hanging in the balance.