Flight Attendant Sees Her Father On The Plane – What She Discovers Next Leaves Her Reeling!
“This isn’t real. This isn’t real,” she muttered, the words tumbling from her lips in a shaky loop. Everything else—the crew, the passengers, the boarding process—vanished from her awareness.
Same warm hazel eyes. Same chestnut hair. Even the familiar tilt of his head. Her pulse thundered, her thoughts scrambling for a rational anchor. But logic offered nothing. This was either a cruel trick of her mind or something far stranger.
Every contour of his face was her father’s. Yet that was impossible. Still, she couldn’t look away. The man didn’t glance at her—his gaze fixed calmly on the window as he leafed through the in-flight magazine with those strong, steady hands she knew so well.
She needed to be sure.
Grabbing the coffee cart, she poured a cup, the rising steam curling between her trembling fingers. Her heart felt as though it might break through her ribs as she forced herself toward the rear of the plane. Each step brought his features into sharper relief—until there was no denying the resemblance.
“I apologize for the delay, sir—” Her words stopped cold in her throat.
He looked up. Their eyes met.
The coffee slipped from her hands, splashing across the aisle. Her dress was instantly soaked, but she didn’t feel it. All she could see was him.
Her father. Alive. Breathing. Looking right at her.
She had watched his coffin sink into the earth. She had lived the hollow months that followed, when sleep and food were foreign things and grief had hollowed her into a ghost of herself.
Yet here he was. Every tiny detail was perfect—the gray threading his hair, the crow’s-feet deepening as he moved. But there was no recognition in his expression.
