The cabin air felt heavy with the scent of recycled oxygen and the low, rhythmic hum of engines preparing for takeoff. My six-year-old daughter, Emma, clutched her favorite stuffed airplane, her knuckles white against the fabric. We had spent months preparing for this journey, our first since losing her father two years ago. I had carefully secured seat 7A, knowing the window view was essential for her comfort and peace of mind during moments of sensory overwhelm… Continue Reading ⬇️
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