"Can't you just make her stop crying now?"
"What is the mom doing?"
"Hello, why don't you try to feed her??"
"Ahhhhhh, I can't sleep! Ma'am, please make her stop crying. It's annoying"
I looked back at my seat to see the crying baby. People on the plane kept asking the mother for the last around an hour to make the kid stop crying. The kid kept crying and I saw the mother walking around and trying everything she could to make her stop crying. 'Perhaps the kid is sick!' I wondered in my mind and got up to check.
"Hello, if you don't mind, may I try to calm her down?"
I feel like a stupid for showing up in front of a stranger now, asking her to let me try to make her daughter calm down. The mother kept looking at me for a while, she looked so exhausted, stressed, and ..... hurt!
"It's fine! You can take a break now. I will play with her a bit. I promise she will be fine."
After hesitating a bit she let me. I took the baby in my arms, she is around a year or less than a year old. I carefully took her in my embrace and swung her a bit and tried to talk with her, soon she started calming down a bit. And soon after she adjusted in my embrace, in my calm, less stressed energy she stopped crying. After the baby fell asleep. I stared at her. She looks like the cutest kid. I looked at her mom, she was too pretty too. But the baby has cute, beak-like lips, and round eyes, unlike her mother. Her lips and eyes are the features that are making her toooo adorable! I slowly poked her chubby cheek and then it was a sudden realization that she had chubby cute cheeks and the combination of her beak, chubby cheeks, and eyes made her look the cutest baby I have ever seen. I kept staring at her for how long I don't know. A different kind of peace, and tranquility she was giving me. As if all the peace in this world was here in her, the way she was breathing, so soft, her little chest was so vividly going up and down, slowly making her mouth as if she was drinking something, probably in her dream she was having too much delicious milk from her mom. I laughed at my own thoughts.
I have always loved kids. Kids give me a certain kind of happiness, they make me feel giddy, cheerful, happy, and peaceful. But something about this baby made me so peaceful, so attached to her, as if she is a part of me, a very close part of me, too close to my heart.
After a while, her mom came and took her. She kept thanking me. She is so nice. And told me that she was in Italy with her husband, son, and daughter, for a family trip to her aunt's place. But her daughter couldn't adjust to the weather and felt too sick, and she had to stay there with her but here suddenly something too emergency came so her husband had to come back here and her son can't live without his dad so he came with him too. Now almost after a week when her mother-in-law got sick, she had to come back alone as her husband couldn't go to Italy again. Though she repeatedly kept saying her husband asked her to stay there for another week until he managed the time to visit there, she insisted that she can come alone. By her tone, it was so obvious that she regrets now, that coming back alone with a baby is too hard for her. But she made sure that her husband was against the idea of her coming back alone so that I don't think of him as a bad husband!? I wondered. They must really love each other a lot. I can sense it through her words, tone, and expressions. They must be a happy family.
After collecting my luggage when I came to the airport gate, my eyes caught him, my fiancé. He is the reason I came back here again. He gave me the sweetest smile as soon as his eyes caught me. Wearing a sky blue baggy denim jeans, a white tee, and a light shade of greenish yellow loose unbuttoned shirt, dividing his hair in the middle and letting it flat on his forehead, slightly exposing the right side of his forehead and eye and the other side, left eye hidden behind his hair, smiling at me with those boba like eyes, so innocently almost looking like a kid while taking my breath away...... Isn't it a crime to be this attractive?
