People are frequently seen debating something or other on the internet these days.
Given that it essentially brought millions of people together in one location and allowed them to freely express their emotions, it was unavoidable. But they were always going to spark a heated argument, regardless of how diametrically opposed they were.
Even while contentious images and videos are becoming commonplace on the internet, it doesn’t mean it’s not worthwhile to check them out whenever they appear. Thus, when I saw a photo of a father and his dozing kid shot during a flight—one that, incidentally, has sparked a variety of comments—we had to share it.
The discussion started when Reddit user u/therra123 posted a wonderful photo of a father and daughter in the r/MadeMeSmile thread.
An image of a girl curled up on her aisle seat during a trip was submitted by the user. Her father had put his palm under her cheek, preventing her head from resting on the armrest, which is, I’m sure anyone who has used one, a quite harsh and coarse pillow.
“This man kept his hand in this position for 45 minutes so his daughter could sleep well,” says the Reddit caption that goes with the image.
We have to say at this point that, in our perspective, this appears to be no more than a father going about his business. Although the post was appropriately labeled “wholesome moments,” some Redditors disagreed.
Remarkably, the father’s activities drew criticism; some individuals wrote merely to point out that he could have done it more skillfully.
The widely shared post received approximately 60,000 likes and thousands of comments, with responses like these:
“It seems like… I believe there must be a better approach.
“Do you not have your towel?” said another. The most crucial item you can pack is a towel.
“Shows a distinct lack of creative problem solving,” said a third person. You claim that after 45 minutes, you were unable to come up with a workable answer. Hey!
A fourth person wrote, “Seriously. Fold up a sweatshirt, and presto! Instant-pillow. Here’s an absurd idea: request a blanket and pillow from a flight attendant.
Others, meanwhile, were more understanding of the father and his gesture. By coincidence, we also find ourselves in that category!
What about you, though? Was there anything improper, in your opinion, with the father using his kid as a makeshift pillow throughout this flight? Tell us in the comments below.
I Saw a Lost Child in the Airport — What He Had in His Backpack Made Me Gasp
When I saw a young boy wandering alone in the airport, I couldn’t just sit there. He was scared and clutching his backpack like it was all he had left. I offered to help, but what I found inside his bag left me speechless and set off a chain of events I never saw coming.
Sitting in an airport terminal for four hours will test anybody’s patience. I’d already drained my third cup of coffee and was seriously considering a fourth when I noticed a kid, maybe six, wandering through the crowd.
A boy in an airport | Source: Midjourney
He seemed kind of… lost. There was no frantic parent chasing after him, no one calling his name. Just him, a tiny figure adrift in a sea of travelers.
After a couple of minutes of watching this kid stumble past people without a clue where he was going, I couldn’t shake the knot that started twisting in my stomach.
His eyes were wide, almost glassy, like he was on the edge of tears but trying to hold it together. I knew that look. Hell, I’d worn that look enough times as a kid.
A sad boy in an airport | Source: Midjourney
I stood before I even realized what I was doing. Some instinct kicked in, I guess. I wasn’t the ‘good Samaritan’ type, but I couldn’t just sit there while this kid wandered around scared out of his mind.
“Hey, buddy,” I said, keeping my voice low and non-threatening. God knows the last thing he needed was some random guy freaking him out. “You alright?”
The kid stopped, his tiny body stiffening. For a second I thought I’d blown it and he’d run away or scream or something.
A frightened child | Source: Midjourney
But he just stood there, clutching the straps of his backpack like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. He shook his head, slow, eyes downcast but too proud, or too scared, to let the tears fall.
“What’s your name?” I asked, crouching down a bit so I wasn’t towering over him.
“Tommy,” he whispered, voice barely audible over the background hum of flight announcements and airport chatter.
“Well, Tommy,” I smiled, trying to sound as friendly as possible. “Do you know where your parents are? Or maybe you have something in your backpack that can help us find them?”
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He looked up at me with these big, watery eyes and nodded, then slowly unzipped his backpack and handed it to me without a word.
I’ll tell you right now, there’s nothing more heartbreaking than a kid who’s too scared to even ask for help but desperately wants it anyway.
I opened the bag, expecting to find a boarding pass or something. Just a quick look, I thought, and I’d be able to hand him off to airport security. Easy, right?
Wrong.
A backpack | Source: Pexels
Mixed in with a few snacks and some clothes, I pulled out a crumpled airline ticket. My hands froze and I gasped when I read the boy’s last name.
Harrison. My last name. I was about to dismiss it as a coincidence but then I looked at Tommy again. Something about his eyes and nose, and the set of his chin was way too familiar, but that was ridiculous. I don’t have kids.
Hell, I barely had family left these days, let alone some random six-year-old with my last name.
A child in an airport | Source: Midjourney
I swallowed hard and handed the ticket back to Tommy, my hands trembling a little now. “Tommy,” I started, my voice softer, “who’s your dad?”
He shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable. “He’s here… at the airport.”
Okay, that wasn’t helpful. “Do you know his name?” I pressed gently, not wanting to spook him but needing more than just vague answers.
Tommy shook his head again, eyes flicking nervously toward the crowd. “He’s my dad,” he repeated, like that cleared everything up.
A shrugging boy | Source: Midjourney
Great. I couldn’t just leave him with that. My brain was working overtime now, trying to piece together the impossible coincidence of the name on the ticket. And then it hit me, like a wave of cold water crashing over my head: Ryan.
My brother. My damn brother. I hadn’t thought about him in years, not since he disappeared from my life like some magician pulling the ultimate vanishing act.
One day he was there, and then he wasn’t, leaving behind nothing but a whole lot of anger and unanswered questions.
A frowning man | Source: Midjourney
“Okay, let’s go find security so they can make an announcement and help you find your dad, okay?” I straightened and held out my hand to Tommy.
He nodded and off we went. I tried to put thoughts of my brother out of my mind as I guided the boy across the terminal, but I couldn’t shake the thought that he was connected to this child.
Maybe that’s why it took me a minute to realize the man rushing toward us wasn’t a figment of my imagination. Ryan looked different, sure. He was older, more haggard, but it was definitely my brother.
A man in an airport | Source: Midjourney
Ryan was scanning the crowd like a man on the verge of losing his mind, his eyes wide and frantic, searching for something. Or someone.
“Dad!” Tommy tugged on my hand, his voice pulling me out of my stupor. He tried to let go of my hand, but I was frozen.
It took me a second to process what he’d said. Dad.
Suddenly, Ryan’s eyes locked on us. I saw the exact moment he registered what he was seeing, me, his estranged brother, standing with his son.
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For a split second, his expression shifted from panic to something like disbelief, maybe even shock. And then he started walking, more like jogging, straight toward us.
As he got closer, I noticed the dark circles under his eyes and the lines etched into his face. He wasn’t the cocky, carefree brother I remembered. He looked… worn down. And, honestly, that softened me a little.
Not that I was ready to let go of all the bitterness, but it was hard to stay angry when he looked like life had already beaten him up.
A man | Source: Pexels
“Tommy,” Ryan said, his voice shaky with relief. He grabbed Tommy by the shoulders, pulling him into a quick hug before stepping back.
His eyes darted between me and Tommy, like he was trying to make sense of the situation. “I-I can’t believe… thank you for—” His voice trailed off, unsure, awkward.
I nodded, still trying to get a grip on my own emotions. There was this thick, uncomfortable silence between us. Years of not speaking, of unresolved anger, just hung there in the air like a weight pressing down on both of us.
An emotional man | Source: Pexels
“You’re welcome,” I finally managed to say, though the words came out stiffer than I intended.
Ryan glanced down at Tommy, then back at me. He looked… I don’t know, cautious. Like he didn’t know how to act around me anymore. And maybe he didn’t.
“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” Ryan said quietly, his hand resting protectively on Tommy’s shoulder. His words weren’t exactly dripping with warmth, but there was something in his tone that almost sounded like regret.
A man battling his emotions | Source: Pexels
“Yeah, well, same,” I muttered. “Is he… my nephew?”
The question slipped out before I could stop it. It felt like my heart was lodged in my throat, and I immediately regretted how blunt I sounded.
Ryan froze, his eyes widening for a split second. His face twisted with hesitation like he didn’t want to confirm what I already knew. But eventually, he nodded. “Yeah. He is.”
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I exhaled sharply, the air leaving my lungs in one shaky rush. I stood there trying to wrap my head around the fact that Ryan had built a whole life without me in it.
“I wish I’d known,” I said, my voice sounding weirdly hollow in my own ears.
Ryan’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might snap back with some defensive comment. But instead, he just sighed and looked down at the floor.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.”
A man hanging his head | Source: Pexels
That hit me harder than I expected. For years, I’d carried this resentment for how he’d just disappeared, no explanation, no goodbye. And now, hearing that he had been struggling too, that he hadn’t just moved on like I thought… it stung in a different way.
I swallowed hard, not sure how to feel. “You just vanished, Ryan. One day you were there, and then you weren’t. You just—” My voice cracked, and I had to stop before I said something I couldn’t take back.
A stern man | Source: Midjourney
Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his expression pained. “I know. I screwed up. I know that.” He glanced down at Tommy, his face softening as he looked at his son. “But I had to leave. Things were… complicated. I didn’t know how to handle it all.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” I muttered, more to myself than him.
There was another long, awkward silence. Tommy shifted on his feet, sensing the tension between us but too young to understand what was really going on. He looked up at Ryan, then at me, his wide eyes full of curiosity.
A boy | Source: Pexels
“Are we gonna see Uncle Ethan again?” Tommy asked, completely unaware of the emotional minefield he’d just wandered into.
Ryan and I both froze, staring at each other. And for the first time since he walked up, Ryan cracked a tiny smile. It wasn’t much, but it was there.
“Maybe,” Ryan said, glancing at me. “Maybe we can try.”
I met his eyes, my chest tight with a mix of anger and… hope? “Yeah,” I said quietly. “Maybe we can.”
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