When a Child Chose Me in a Crowd of Strangers
Airports are built for movement, not stillness, which is why everything seemed to stop when a little girl tore free from the crowd and ran straight toward me, crying out a word that didn’t belong to me: “Grandpa.” She clung to my leg, trembling, while I stood there stunned, aware of how the scene must…
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