I Helped a Lost Boy at the Airport — Then I Saw My Last Name on His Ticket

While waiting for my delayed flight, I noticed a young boy wandering the airport alone. He looked frightened but held tightly to his backpack, as if it contained something important. Trusting my instincts, I gently approached and asked if he was okay. His name was Tommy, and when I offered to check his bag for…
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