“We are now calling all first-class passengers and travelers with small children to board United Airways,” the flight attendant announced. I stood up and adjusted Colton’s jacket, then turned to help Lilianna with her backpack. “It’s time for you guys to go now,” I said. I grabbed each child’s hand and escorted them to the gate.
As the traffic light turns red, we come to a stop, and simultaneously, I cringe. My head goes low, my shoulders shrug, and I brace for what I know is coming. To an outside observer, it looks like I’m bracing for an imminent car crash, but no forceful, physical impact comes. Instead, there’s collision of emotional turmoil.