Business Class Passengers Mock Poor Old Lady, at the End of the Flight Pilot Addresses Her – Story of the Day

Stella finally reached her business class seat on the plane, but a man named Franklin complained loudly to the flight attendant, insisting that Stella should be in economy. Despite the stewardess’s reassurance, Franklin was adamant, criticizing Stella’s clothes and suggesting she couldn’t afford the seat. Humiliated, Stella offered to move to economy, but the flight attendant insisted she deserved her seat.

As they talked, Franklin learned that Stella was carrying a ruby locket given to her by her mother, who had received it from her father before he went missing in World War II. Stella revealed she was on the flight to see her son, whom she had given up for adoption years earlier. He was the pilot, and she wanted to spend his birthday with him.

Touched by her story, Franklin apologized for his earlier behavior. When the plane landed, Stella’s son, the pilot, greeted her warmly, and the passengers cheered.

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