STELLA FINALLY MANAGES TO SETTLE IN BUSINESS CLASS ON THE PLANE. BUT A MAN DOES NOT WANT TO SIT NEXT TO HER AND TELLS THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT THAT THE ELDERLY WOMAN SHOULD BE IN ECONOMY CLASS. THE ATTENDANT REFUSES HIS REQUEST, AND STELLA CAN TAKE HER SEAT. AFTER THAT, STELLA SHARES THE MOST BITTER STORY OF HER LIFE.
“I don’t want to sit next to that… woman!” Franklin Delaney nearly shouted at the flight attendant, who had escorted the elderly lady and told her she would be sitting next to him.
“Sir, this is your seat. We can’t do anything about that,” the attendant kindly said, trying to calm the businessman, who wore a displeased expression.
“This is unacceptable! These seats are too expensive, and there’s no way she could afford it! Just look at her clothes!” Franklin nearly yelled, pointing at the elderly woman’s attire. Stella felt humiliated. She was wearing her best clothes and hated for others to know her outfit was modest.
Several business class passengers turned to look at them, and the elderly lady, Stella Taylor, lowered her gaze. The dispute continued and delayed the boarding of the flight. A few flight attendants came to calm the situation while Franklin insisted that Stella should not be there.
To Stella’s surprise, other passengers agreed with the businessman and told her she should leave. It was the most humiliating experience of her life, and eventually, she gave in.
“Miss, it’s okay. If you have another seat in economy, I will take it. I spent all my savings on this seat, but it’s better not to disturb others,” she said gently, placing her hand on the attendant’s arm.
The flight attendant did not want to argue with the businessman but showed Stella’s ticket, confirming her seat. The attendant turned back to Stella with a serious expression, and the anger was not directed at the elderly woman.
“No, ma’am. You paid for this seat, and you deserve to sit here, regardless of what others say,” the attendant insisted. She turned back to Franklin and threatened to call airport security to have him removed. Eventually, Franklin sighed in resignation and allowed Stella to take her seat.
When the plane took off, Stella was so frightened that she dropped her bag. Fortunately, Franklin was not completely devoid of common sense and helped her gather her things. When her ruby pendant fell, he whistled in admiration. “Wow, that’s something special,” he commented.
“What do you mean?” Stella asked.
“I’m an antique jeweler, and this pendant is incredibly valuable. I’m sure the rubies are real, aren’t they?” the man said, returning the pendant to her. Stella took it and looked at it.
“Honestly, I don’t know. My father gave it to my mother many years ago, and he gave it to me when he didn’t come home anymore,” Stella said.
“What happened?” the man asked. “I’m sorry. My name is Franklin Delaney. I want to apologize for my earlier behavior. I have some complications in my life, and I shouldn’t have acted that way. Can I ask what happened to your father?”
“My father was a fighter pilot during World War II. When America entered the war, he left home but gave this pendant as a promise that he would return. They loved each other immensely. I was only four years old then, but I clearly remember that day. He never came back,” Stella explained.
“That’s terrible.”
“It is. War is senseless. It brings nothing good. And my mother never recovered from his loss. She was a shadow of her former self, and we barely managed to get by. But even when times were tough, she never thought of selling it. She gave it to me when I was ten and told me to keep it. I never thought of selling it either, even though I went through financial hardships. Its true value is inside,” Stella confessed, smiling at Franklin as she opened the pendant. Inside were two photographs. One was sepia and depicted a couple, while the other showed a child. “These are my parents. Look how much they loved each other,” Stella said nostalgically.
Franklin nodded, saying nothing, but looked at the other photograph. “Is that your grandson?” he suddenly asked.
“No, that’s my son, and actually, he’s the reason I’m on this flight,” the elderly woman replied.
“Are you going to visit him?”
“No, that’s it. Remember how I said I have financial problems? Well, I got pregnant many years ago. I was thirty, and my fiancé disappeared. I raised my son for a few months, but it was clear I couldn’t provide him with a decent life. I had no support. My mother had already died years ago, suffering from dementia, so I put him up for adoption,” Stella confessed.
“Did you ever reunite?”
“I tried. I found him through those DNA tests. I asked a young man from the neighborhood to help me send him an email. But Josh—that’s his name—responded that he was fine and didn’t need me. I tried several times to contact him and asked for forgiveness, but he never replied to my messages again.”
Franklin scratched his head, puzzled. “I don’t understand why you’re on this flight then. You said you were here for him.”
“He’s the pilot of this flight. I’m here because today is his birthday. He was born on January 22, 1973, and I might not have much time left in this world, so I wanted to be close to him on his birthday at least once. It’s the only way,” Stella explained, smiling at Franklin before turning her gaze back to the pendant.
She didn’t notice that Franklin wiped away a tear or that several flight attendants and a few passengers had been listening to her story. After a few minutes, a flight attendant entered the cockpit.
“Anyway, this is one of his longest flights, so I can spend five hours next to my son,” Stella said, closing the pendant and putting it in her bag.
From her perspective, those five hours passed quickly, and when the pilot turned on the intercom, he announced that they would soon arrive at JFK. But instead of closing the communication,
he continued the message.
“Also, I want everyone to welcome my biological mother, who is flying for the first time on my route. Hi, mom. Wait for me when the plane lands,” John said over the intercom. Stella’s eyes filled with tears, and Franklin smiled, embarrassed by his earlier rude behavior. But at least he had already apologized.
When John landed the plane, he exited the cockpit, breaking protocol, and headed straight for Stella, arms open, hugging her tightly. All the passengers and flight attendants applauded and cheered.
No one heard, but John whispered in Stella’s ear, “Thank you for giving me life.”
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