“He’s just a child. You people need to stop being dramatic.”
“You people.”
Aisha blinked.
The words stung sharper than the kick.
A couple of passengers turned. Megan’s smile faltered.
“Ma’am,” the flight attendant said carefully, “your son’s behavior is disturbing the passenger in front of you—”
Linda threw her head back and scoffed loudly.
“Oh PLEASE. The problem isn’t him. It’s that Black monkey complaining because she wants attention.”
The Cabin Froze
You could feel the oxygen leave the room.
Someone gasped.
A fork fell from a tray table.
Aisha’s hands trembled in her lap.
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