Our family was flying on a Make-A-Wish trip for my sick son — halfway through the flight, the pilot said, “Mike, there’s one thing about this trip that you and your parents know nothing about.”

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All around us, strangers held the little papers in their laps.

A man across the aisle wiped his glasses with his shirt.

The woman behind us pressed her pass against her mouth.

A teenager near the window was crying openly.

Mike looked frightened by their faces.

“Did I make them sad?”

Stella turned toward him so quickly her seat belt pulled tight.

“No, sweetheart.continue reading …