Poor Mom Is Barred from Boarding Plane to Get Home to Son, ‘I Need to See My Baby!’ She Screams — Story of the Day

A distraught mom loses her cool when barred from boarding the flight. “You don’t understand! I need to see my baby!” she screams, but it’s all for naught. In the end, she receives help from the most unexpected place.

When Caitlyn and Declan Cooper welcomed their son, Eden, Caitlyn decided to step up on the household front and embrace her mommy duties, making Declan the family’s primary breadwinner.

However, a few months after Caitlyn became a full-time mom, Declan noticed how tired she looked. She hardly had any time to herself and couldn’t sleep well since Eden would wake her in the middle of the night.

So on Catilyn’s birthday, Declan surprised her with flight tickets to Japan for a trip with her friends, ensuring that he’d stay behind to care for Eden alone. Caitlyn was reluctant to go, figuring everything would be too much for Declan to manage on his own. But he insisted, and she agreed.

Caitlyn was barred from boarding a flight. | Source: Shutterstock

Caitlyn was barred from boarding a flight. | Source: Shutterstock

A week later, after Declan and Eden dropped her off at the airport, Caitlyn badly missed them already. Even as she settled on the plane, her thoughts were preoccupied with whether Declan would be able to care for Eden on his own.

From the minute she arrived in Japan, she called Declan every hour to check on how things were going at home. Her friends mocked her and laughed at her, saying she was just being paranoid about the whole thing.

But only Caitlyn knew how hard it was to subdue the unsettling fear in her heart that something dreadful was about to happen. She didn’t know it would happen so soon…

Three days into their vacation, Caitlyn and her friends were at a beachside party. Her friends Amanda, Sophie, and Veronica were ogling their eyes over the shirtless men, complimenting their hot bodies, but Caitlyn … she was just lost.

“Hey, Caitlyn,” Sophie whispered, interrupting her thoughts. “Where are you even, babe? Just look at that guy. Damn, he’s hot….”

Caitlyn and her friends were enjoying a beach party. | Source: Unsplash

Caitlyn and her friends were enjoying a beach party. | Source: Unsplash

“Ughh,” Caitlyn sighed. “I’m just not in the mood right now, Sophie. I – I want to go back to the hotel. I’m sorry.”

Sophie frowned. “Is this about your baby and husband again? Look, Caitlyn, I understand you’re a new mom and all that, but stop being such a bore here, okay? You know what, it’s because you’re too engrossed in that stupid phone! Give it here!” Sophie tried to snatch Catilyn’s phone from her grasp.

“STOP IT, SOPHIE!” Caitlyn screamed, jerking Sophie’s hand away and drawing Veronica and Amanda’s attention away from the loud music. “I told you I am not interested! To hell with you and your party!”

Caitlyn stormed back to the hotel room, agitated, and she was pacing across the room frantically as she tried to get Declan to answer the phone. Back at the beach, she’d already tried contacting him three times, and now there were a total of 10 attempts with no news from Declan.

Caitlyn’s heart dropped to the floor at that point, and as a last resort, she called their next-door neighbor, Mrs. Louis, to check on Declan and Eden, but the call went unattended. Sophie was bawling like a child at this point, unsure of what to do.

Caitlyn was dead scared when Declan didn't answer his phone. | Source: Unsplash

Caitlyn was dead scared when Declan didn’t answer his phone. | Source: Unsplash

Suddenly, her phone rang, and it was Mrs. Louis on the other end. But in addition to Mrs. Louis’ voice, Caitlyn also heard some commotion in the background.

“Mrs. Louis!” cried Caitlyn. “Declan…he’s not returning my calls. Could you please check in on him and Eden for me? Please? I’m in Japan right now, and….”

“Caitlyn! Oh, I’m so glad you are safe, honey. There – There was a fire at your house, and the firemen… they’re still trying to put it out…”

“Fire?” Caitlyn’s heart skipped a beat. “Hello? Mrs. Louis?” The phone call was abruptly disconnected.

Caitlyn tried again, but it was all for naught. She panicked at this point and dashed back to the beach.

“Caitlyn, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Sophie asked, concerned.

“Oh my god! Dec – Declan and Eden…there was….”

Caitlyn broke down after she learned her house was engulfed in a fire. | Source: Unsplash

Caitlyn broke down after she learned her house was engulfed in a fire. | Source: Unsplash

“Okay, cool down, okay…” Amanda wrapped her arms around her and comforted her. “Did something happen at home?”

Still sobbing, Caitlyn told them what transpired, insisting to go home right then. Her friends accompanied her to the airport, but sadly, when Caitlyn checked for a flight back home, she discovered that all flights to New York were fully booked.

“I guess we’ll have to wait, Caitlyn,” Amanda said gently. “Let’s hope everything turns out okay.”

“Hell no! I am going home right now!”

Caitlyn began to plead desperately with nearly every customer at the check-in counter to sell her their ticket to New York. But she was met with dismay because hardly anyone understood English and those who did refused her.

Finally, an old woman approached her and offered to help her.

“Hello, are you the one wanting to buy a ticket?” she inquired gently.

A woman came to Caitlyn's rescue. | Source: Unsplash

A woman came to Caitlyn’s rescue. | Source: Unsplash

“Oh yes!” Caitlyn nodded desperately. “I am ready to give you whatever price you want and even my diamond earrings, please! I need to get home to my husband and baby. Please!” she said, ready to offer the diamond earrings that were Declan’s wedding anniversary gift to her.

The woman handed her her ticket with a gentle grin. “There’s no need for that. You can have this. I’m Brenda White, by the way.”

“Oh my God! Thank you so much! I’m Caitlyn – Caitlyn Cooper. Trust me, I’ll forever be grateful to you!”

“You better get going,” the woman said. “Your flight takes off soon.”

“Of course, thank you!”

Caitlyn was over the moon, but her joy was short-lived when she was barred from the flight. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the ground stewardess at the check-in counter said after checking her passport. “The name on your passport does not match the name on your ticket. You cannot board this flight.”

“Listen, you don’t understand! I need to see my baby!” Caitlyn screamed. “Please let me go! It’s urgent. I can’t afford to waste time here!”

Catilyn was stopped at the check-in counter. | Source: Unsplash

Catilyn was stopped at the check-in counter. | Source: Unsplash

“Sorry, ma’am, but that’s the protocol. Please step back,” the staff member replied flatly.

Caitlyn was about to burst into tears when another member of the staff approached her. “You may go, ma’am,” she said. “We have received word about your situation, so it’s all good.”

Caitlyn was so panicked that she didn’t even wait to hear how she was suddenly allowed on the flight. She was just anxious to get home – to Declan and Eden.

Several hours later, she arrived home and saw a half-burnt structure standing in place of what used to be her home, with no sign of Eden and Declan.

Caitlyn went to Mrs. Louis’ house, shivering in horror as she wondered where her husband and child were.

Mrs. Louis consoled Caitlyn. | Source: Pexels

Mrs. Louis consoled Caitlyn. | Source: Pexels

Mrs. Louis informed her that Declan and Eden were taken to the hospital immediately after the accident and were admitted there. Caitlyn rushed to the hospital and learned from doctors that their condition wasn’t bad, but they needed to be monitored for a while. It turned out there was a short circuit at their home, resulting in a fire.

Caitlyn couldn’t stop crying when she saw Eden and Declan wrapped in bandages and with bruises on their faces. But she was relieved that they were still alive and safe.

When they were discharged about two weeks later, they stayed at Mrs. Louis’ place while their house was being repaired. It was during that time that Caitlyn told Declan about how an elderly lady had helped her.

Declan suggested they thank her, so they started looking for her on Facebook. But when Caitlyn found her, she almost collapsed to the floor. The woman was the airline owner’s mother. She had posted several pictures with her son. No wonder the staff gave her a pass.

Declan and Catilyn messaged her via Facebook, wanting to thank her, and a few days later, they got a reply. Mrs. White arrived for dinner with a beautiful bouquet, having accepted their dinner invitation, and she got acquainted with not only Catilyn’s family but also Mrs. Louis. The families have been close to each other ever since.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Family is your greatest treasure. When she learned Declan and Eden were in trouble, Caitlyn was ready to spare anything, ever her diamond earrings, just for a ticket back home.
  • Always be there for your loved ones. Caitlyn always prioritized her family, and she was there for them when they needed her the most.

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My Son Drew Pictures of a Strange Man — When I Asked Him, He Said, ‘He Comes to See Mommy When You’re at Work’

I was stunned when my son started drawing a grinning stranger. “He comes to see Mommy when you’re at work,” Oliver said innocently. Initially dismissing it as a childish fantasy, I soon spied a mysterious man entering our home, igniting a chilling quest for the truth.

I found the drawing while tidying up the dining table. Most of Oliver’s pictures were what you’d expect from a six-year-old: dinosaurs with rainbow scales, our house with a chimney that looked more like a volcano, and stick figures of our family holding hands. But this one made me pause.

A man frowning at a drawing | Source: Midjourney

A man frowning at a drawing | Source: Midjourney

Among the crayon scribbles was a tall figure with unnaturally long arms and huge hands, wearing what looked like a suit. The figure had an enormous grin that stretched across most of its face.

“Oliver,” I called out, trying to keep my voice casual as my fingers crinkled the edge of the paper. “Is this me in the picture? Who is this?”

My son looked up from his LEGOs, his blue eyes bright with excitement.

An excited boy with a bright smile | Source: Midjourney

An excited boy with a bright smile | Source: Midjourney

The plastic blocks clattered as he dropped them onto the hardwood floor. “That’s Mr. Smiles, Daddy! He’s Mommy’s new friend. He comes to see her when you’re at work.”

My heart skipped a beat. Laura and I had been married for nine years. We’d had our ups and downs like any couple, weathered job changes and family losses, and celebrated promotions and birthdays. But never, not once, did I think she’d…

No, I shook the thought away. There had to be a reasonable explanation. Laura wasn’t that kind of person. We’d built too much together.

A concerned man holding a paper | Source: Midjourney

A concerned man holding a paper | Source: Midjourney

“When does he come over?” I asked, proud of how steady my voice remained despite the tremor in my hands.

Oliver stacked another block on his tower, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“Sometimes in the morning. Sometimes at night. He always makes Mommy and me laugh.” He glanced up, suddenly serious, his small face scrunching with the weight of importance. “But, Daddy, it’s a secret! Don’t tell anyone!

An emotional man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

An emotional man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

The mention of laughter and secrecy felt like ice in my stomach.

That night, I barely slept, watching Laura’s peaceful face in the darkness. The steady rhythm of her breathing, once comforting, now felt like a taunt. Every time she shifted in her sleep, I wondered what she was dreaming about. Who she was dreaming about.

The next day, I left work early, parked down the street from our house, and waited. The fall air grew crisp as the afternoon wore on, and fallen leaves skittered across my windshield. A little after 3 p.m., a sleek black car pulled into our driveway.

A black car parked in a driveway | Source: Pexels

A black car parked in a driveway | Source: Pexels

A tall, wiry man stepped out and marched up to the front door. Even from this distance, I could see his broad smile when Laura welcomed him inside. The door closed behind them.

I gripped my steering wheel until my knuckles turned white; the leather creaking under my fingers.

“Maybe this is all in my head,” I whispered to myself, watching my breath fog the window. “But if I’m wrong, I need to know for sure.”

A man sitting in a car | Source: Pexels

A man sitting in a car | Source: Pexels

Over the next few weeks, I started buying Laura flowers and gifts, trying to rekindle our bond, but I also began documenting everything.

The evidence piled up: receipts for dinners I didn’t attend, calls she’d leave the room to take, and, of course, more pictures of “Mr. Smiles” drawn by Oliver. Each new piece of evidence felt like another brick in a wall being built between us.

Laura noticed the change in me.

A woman staring at her husband during dinner | Source: Midjourney

A woman staring at her husband during dinner | Source: Midjourney

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked one day, touching my forehead with concern. “You seem distracted lately.”

The genuine worry in her voice only confused me more. How could she act so normal if she was hiding something so huge?

“I… do you have someone else?” I asked.

“Someone else?” Laura stared at me with wide eyes, then shook her head.

A woman looking at her husband with wide eyes | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at her husband with wide eyes | Source: Midjourney

“Of course not, honey!” She let out a little chuckle. “How could you think that?”

Maybe I should’ve confronted her then, but all my evidence was circumstantial. I needed cold, hard proof.

One Friday evening, I told Laura I’d be working late. Instead, I set up a hidden camera on the bookshelf in the living room and watched the feed from my car parked around the corner.

A bookshelf in a living room | Source: Pexels

A bookshelf in a living room | Source: Pexels

The screen of my phone cast a blue glow across my face as I waited, my coffee growing cold in its cup holder.

Right on schedule, Mr. Smiles arrived, and Laura greeted him with that same warm smile that used to be reserved for me.

But then something strange happened. He didn’t settle on the couch or share a private dinner. Instead, my sister walked in, and Oliver came bounding down the stairs with a beaming smile. More people arrived: neighbors and friends!

A man looking at his phone in confusion | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at his phone in confusion | Source: Midjourney

They all knew about this? And worse, they were having a secret get-together! I watched in stunned silence as Mr. Smiles, now wearing a festive party hat, juggled three oranges for Oliver and made him laugh.

“What the heck is going on?” I muttered, fumbling with my car door.

Rage and confusion propelled me toward the house. The evening air felt thick and heavy as I stormed up our front walk. I burst through the front door, making everyone freeze mid-conversation, the cheerful music cutting off abruptly.

A group of people in a living room staring at someone in surprise | Source: Midjourney

A group of people in a living room staring at someone in surprise | Source: Midjourney

“Alright, you won,” I said, my voice trembling. “Everyone here knew, didn’t they? Even Oliver? Even my sister?”

“No, no! Please, stop!” Laura’s face had gone pale, her hands clutching a roll of streamers that cascaded to the floor.

I turned to Mr. Smiles, who had stopped juggling and was staring at me with wide eyes.

“You’ve disrespected me as a man, and you’ve got no business being here! It’s my house! It’s my…”

My voice trailed off as I spotted something shiny on the floor.

A man speaking angrily to someone | Source: Midjourney

A man speaking angrily to someone | Source: Midjourney

A banner, not yet hung, with golden letters that read “Happy 10th Anniversary!” The metallic paper caught the light from our living room lamps, throwing sparkles across the ceiling.

The room went completely silent. Laura’s hands covered her mouth, tears welled in her eyes, and she smudged her carefully applied makeup. Mr. Smiles cleared his throat and stepped forward, his famous grin nowhere to be seen.

“Sir, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” he said softly, his professional demeanor never wavering. “I’m a wedding planner and party animator. Your wife hired me months ago to plan this event — your wedding anniversary!”

A man speaking in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A man speaking in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“You thought I was cheating on you?” Laura’s voice cracked with hurt and disbelief, each word falling like a stone between us.

I felt the floor shift beneath my feet. The room suddenly seemed too bright, too crowded, the decorations garish and mocking.

“I… I didn’t know what else to think,” I stammered, my collar feeling too tight. “I saw him coming here, and Oliver said a man kept visiting while I was at work, that this man made you laugh…”

An emotional man looking confused and shocked | Source: Midjourney

An emotional man looking confused and shocked | Source: Midjourney

“Oliver said he made me laugh because he does magic tricks for him when we plan,” Laura interrupted, her voice rising. “I was trying to do something special for you, and you thought I was unfaithful?”

My throat felt tight. “I’m sorry,” I managed to say, the words feeling inadequate. “I was wrong. I let my insecurities get the better of me.”

Laura wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, leaving a dark smudge of mascara. “How could you think that? After everything we’ve been through?”

An emotional woman speaking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

An emotional woman speaking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

The party guests began quietly filing out, murmuring awkward goodbyes, their shoes shuffling across our carpet.

My sister squeezed my shoulder as she left, whispering, “Fix this.” Oliver looked confused and scared, so Laura’s mother took him upstairs to his room, their footsteps echoing in the tense silence.

When we were finally alone, Laura sat on the couch, her shoulders slumped. The streamers lay in tangles around her feet.

An upset woman sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

“I spent months planning this,” she said quietly. “I wanted it to be perfect. Remember our first anniversary? When you surprised me with that picnic in the park? I wanted to do something just as special.”

I sat beside her, careful to leave space between us, the cushions dipping under my weight. “I ruined everything.”

“Yes, you did.” She turned to look at me, her eyes red but fierce. “Trust isn’t just about believing in someone when everything’s perfect. It’s about believing in them when things don’t make sense.”

“I know,” I whispered, feeling the weight of my mistake. “I forgot that somewhere along the way. Can you forgive me?”

A couple having a serious conversation | Source: Midjourney

A couple having a serious conversation | Source: Midjourney

Laura was quiet for a long moment, her fingers tracing patterns on the fabric of her dress.

“I love you,” she said finally. “But this isn’t something I can just get over. You need to understand how much this hurts.”

I nodded, feeling tears start to fall. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

“It won’t happen overnight,” she warned, her voice stern but not unkind.

A stern-looking woman speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

A stern-looking woman speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

“I know. But I’m not going anywhere.” I reached for her hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, she let me take it, her fingers cool against my palm. “Happy anniversary,” I said softly.

She gave a watery laugh that held both forgiveness and reproach. “Happy anniversary, you idiot.”

Upstairs, we heard Oliver laughing at something, probably one of his grandmother’s stories. The sound filled our living room, reminding us of all we had to lose, and all we had to save.

A couple in a living room glancing upwards | Source: Midjourney

A couple in a living room glancing upwards | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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