26/12/2024
It was one of the wildest workdays of my life, and trust me, as a flight attendant, I've seen some "stuff." So, the plane takes off, my coworker and I do the usual safety brief, and all's good. Then, as I'm heading back to my seat, I pass the bathroom and hear this weird noise—a kitten meowing? Instantly, I'm like, "Did someone lose their cat mid-flight?" I knock, expecting a passenger to answer, but nothing. Curious (and low-key panicking), I open the door and nearly jump out of my skin. No kitten. Instead, a little boy is curled up on the floor, crying his eyes out. I crouch down, trying to stay calm, and say, “Whoa, buddy, you scared me! I’m Leslie. What’s your name?” Through teary eyes, he whispers, “Ben.” I help him up and settle him into a jump seat while I try to figure out where he’s supposed to be. But here’s the kicker: there’s no "Ben" on the passenger list. Not a single one. My brain is spinning. “Ben, where are your parents? Are you lost?” He doesn’t answer, just clutches this ratty little paper bag like it’s a lifeline. Trying to keep it together, I ask, “Alright, Ben. Focus. What’s in the bag?”😳👇
