Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the teenage boy, who now stood up and approached me with a kind smile. The passengers around us shifted their attention, some showing curiosity, others still with impatient frowns.
“Here, you can take my seat,” the boy offered, motioning toward his spot. “It’s closer to the front, and maybe it’ll be a bit quieter for her.”
I hesitated, unsure if this would solve anything, but his kindness was a lifeline I desperately needed. As I nodded gratefully, he gently helped me with the diaper bag, and together we moved toward his seat.
