WAA... WAA... WAA
My baby keeps crying and I don't know how to calm him down. I keep looking at him helplessly not knowing what to do to calm him down, I rock him gently in my arms but he doesn't quiet down at all.
"Your baby seems to be hungry." A woman around 40 years old look at my son and points out.
I look at her with anxious eyes, hungry?
She then looks down at me and says meaningfully, "Feed your baby some milk."
Milk? I look down at myself and then finally get her point.
"Oh..." I sigh in understanding and then try to feed my son. On the first attempt, I fail miserably but thankfully after a few attempts, I get succeeded in feeding him milk.
A proud smile appears on my lips as my baby calms down and sleeps peacefully in my arms again.
It was a short flight, not a long one, thankfully and when we reach the destination, it was only then that I realize that I have landed in Chicago.
I had nothing with me, no luggage bag at all only a small handbag given by Ron.