I adopted twin babies I found abandoned on a plane 18 years ago. They saved me from drowning in grief. Last week, a stranger appeared claiming to be their mother. The document she shoved at my children revealed she’d only returned for one reason, and it wasn’t love.I’m Margaret. I’m 73, and I need to tell you about the day grief gave me a second chance at motherhood. Eighteen years ago, I was on a flight back to my city… to bury my daughter. She’d died in a car accident along with my precious grandson, and I felt like someone had hollowed out my chest.
I barely registered the chaos happening three rows ahead until the crying became impossible to ignore.Two infants were sitting in the aisle seats, completely alone. A boy and a girl, maybe six months old, their faces red from crying and their tiny hands shaking.The things people said made me want to scream.”Can’t someone just shut those kids up?” a woman in a business suit hissed to her companion.
