"We are currently cruising at an altitude of 36,000 feet at an airspeed of…"
"Angel! Angel!"
"I… I'm really sorry about this!"
"You don't need to keep apologizing, madam. It's quite alright, let her play."
"Thank you."
The mother's sigh was almost enough to lighten the plane itself as she nodded to the hooded young man seated beside her and her daughter. It has almost been an hour now, and her daughter still was not tired of moving around; even kicking the seats in front of her because of her excitement.
"Really sorry," the mother once again apologized, "It's just that… this is our first time flying without her father. He… will usually be seated where you--"
"He's an angel, mommy! Look!"
"J… Julie, no!"
And before the mother could even pull her daughter's hand away, it was already too late as she had already grabbed onto the young man's hoodie, successfully pulling it away.
