to be around him on at least one of his birthdays. That’s the only way.”
Later, as the plane prepared to land in New York, the pilot announced over the public address system:
“And I’d like to welcome everyone, my biological mother, who is flying with me for the first time. Hi, Mom. Please wait for me after landing.”
Stella’s eyes welled with tears. When the plane stopped, the pilot—her son, John—rushed out of the cockpit to hug her. The passengers and crew applauded as they saw her off.
John
