With Emma temporarily distracted, he then turned his attention to Noah and Grace. His experience with children was apparent as he started making gentle cooing sounds, his hands expertly taking over one of the bottles, freeing my hands and easing the burden on my weary arms.

Gradually, Noah’s cries softened into quiet hiccups, and Grace followed suit, her wide eyes focusing on the pilot’s soothing presence. It was as if his calm had seeped into every corner of the row, transforming the atmosphere from one of chaos to serenity.

The murmurs and side-glances from other passengers slowly dissolved, replaced by nods of understanding and even a few smiles of support. It was incredible, the way a simple act of kindness from a stranger could ripple outward, changing the mood of the entire cabin.