HOSTESS came to me and said: “PLEASE STAY AFTER LANDING, THE PILOT WANTS TO SPEAK TO YOU PERSONALLY” HOSTESS AIR (FA): Excuse me, will you be in a hurry after landing? ME: Yes I have mail to pick up and I’m already late. FA: Well, the pilot wants to talk to you after landing. ME: The pilot ? Why? Can’t he tell me now FA: I’m afraid not. He wants to tell you in person. I know you’re in a hurry, but trust me, you’ll want to hear this. You will regret it if you don’t. When we landed, I stayed in my seat waiting for this mystery pilot to appear.

I thought my big business trip to Los Angeles was going to be just another day until a mysterious request from the pilot made me question everything I knew about my past.The truth he revealed to me would change my future in ways I never imagined. My flight to Los Angeles was supposed to go smoothly, but what happened during that two-hour journey changed my life forever.But before I tell you about it, let me explain why I had to reach Los Angeles that day. A woman on a plane |Source: Midjourney So I work as an architect at a reputable construction company, and this is my dream job.Let me tell you, it wasn’t luck that brought me here.It was my hard work and all those sleepless nights I spent in college improving my skills and learning new concepts. Recently, my boss gave me the opportunity to pitch a big project to some of our top investors in Los Angeles. A man in his office |Source: Pexels This was a HUGE thing because it could lead to a long-awaited promotion, so I happily accepted the opportunity. I’m honestly so grateful for it because it was also a chance to make my mom, Melissa, proud.She’s my best friend, and that’s mainly because she raised me as a single mom.She told me my dad passed away before I was born, but she never stopped me from following my dreams.Mom has always been there to support me, and I love her for that. A woman smiling at her mom |Source: Pexels So when I told her about the meeting in Los Angeles, she hugged me and said, “Go for it, sweetie!I’ll be praying for you.”» Time flew by at the airport, and I soon found myself comfortably seated on the plane, ready to take off.The flight attendants were all very welcoming, and I was lucky to have an empty seat next to me! As the plane began to climb, I couldn’t help but feel excited.I was well prepared for my presentation, hoping it would please the investors. A woman on a plane |English:Source: Midjourney A few minutes after takeoff, a friendly-looking flight attendant named Bethany approached me with a tray of drinks. “Can I get you something to sip?”she asked with a smile. “Just orange juice, please,” I replied, raising my hand to accept the drink.As she did so, Bethany glanced at the birthmark on my wrist. “I’m sorry, can I have your passport, please?”she asked suddenly. Close-up of a flight attendant |Source: Midjourney Well, that’s strange, I thought. Baffled but not wanting to argue, I handed it over.Bethany examined it carefully before handing it back to me with a nod. “Just a standard protocol check. Thanks!” That sounds cool. Bethany came back to my seat shortly after. “Excuse me, will you be in a hurry after we land?” she asked. “Yes, I have a connecting flight to catch and I’m already late,” I explained, subconsciously clasping my hands together. Close-up of a woman on a plane, staring straight ahead |Source: Midjourney “Well, the pilot wants to talk to you after we land.” “The pilot?”I asked.“Why?Can’t he talk to me now?” “I’m afraid not,” Bethany replied seriously.“He wants to talk to you in person.I know you’re in a hurry, but trust me, you’ll want to hear this.You’ll regret it if you don’t.” I sat there, completely perplexed. What on earth did the pilot need to tell me?And why did he have to wait until after we landed?My big meeting was on the line, and I didn’t want to risk missing my connection.But Bethany’s insistence made me feel like this was something important. As the plane landed and the other passengers began to exit, I braced myself and waited patiently for the pilot to approach. When the booth was finally empty, a tall man with graying hair entered, his eyes immediately locking with mine. At that moment, I literally dropped my bag and jacket.My jaw nearly hit the floor because I could have sworn I had seen this man before. I recognized him immediately from the old photos my mother had shown me.It was Steve, his childhood friend. But the man didn’t look happy to see me. In fact, tears were streaming down his face as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly.I stood there, completely bewildered, as he sobbed