10. The Reunion at Gate C7
At an airport, I saw a teenage boy crying alone. People hurried past. I stopped and asked if he was okay.
He told me he was meeting his mother for the first time in years and didn’t know what to say. I sat with him until she walked through the gate. He froze. I gave him a gentle nudge. “She’s right there.”
He ran into her arms, and they stayed locked together for what felt like forever. As they walked away, she mouthed “Thank you” over his shoulder.
