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Central International Airport This choice: Get help and grab the boy up to take care of him. • Go Back... Kanya's stomach began to churn. She had always been a bit uneasy when it came to flying. Although, she loved to travel, she never quite got over that fear of being thousands of feet in the air.
After the turbulence settled, she leaned over to the crying boy.
"Are you okay, sweetie" She smiled, handing him a napkin damp with water. The boy smiled shyly and wiped the blood from his head.
Realizing that the cut on the boys forhead was small, Kanya leaned back into her seat to get comfortable.
"Thanks" the man said without even looking her way.
"No problem, looks like your kid will be okay". Kanya said closing her eyes.
"Not my kid" the stranger said in an agitated voice. | Members who added to this interactive
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