The cabin went completely silent. Mr. Voss stared up at his son as if he had never seen him before. “Jonah, sit down,” he hissed. Jonah did not move. His voice shook, but it was clear. “I have watched you do this my whole life, Dad. To waiters. To drivers. To Mom. I am tired of being ashamed of my own name.”

Mr. Voss’s face turned dark red. He glanced around the cabin, and every passenger was looking at him. Jonah turned to Amira and said, “Ma’am, may I hold your baby? I have a little sister at home. I am good at it.” Amira hesitated, then nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks. As Jonah reached for the baby, the cabin phone buzzed on my belt.