A child on the plane screamed her lungs out for most of the descent into Coffs Harbour. It was a lot to bear, the absolute pain and terror in her cries. She and her mother were sitting directly behind me, so I missed very little of the ordeal. Her mother (God love 'er) made vain attempts to control and console her.
"I need you to settle down." She said, but she would not settle, and her terrible screams persisted.
A few moments of solace were achieved while landing, either the crying had stopped or it was drowned out by the roar of the brakes.
About to disembark, I got up and saw the girl for the first time. She was tear-stained and red-faced, and talking coherently to her tired mother. She also looked and sounded like she was about seven, and all my sympathy flew out the window.
It returned when I overheard her mother talking to the woman across the aisle about her daughter. "Yeah, she doesn't deal well with flying, and she gets chronic nosebleeding as well."
A lil' smile grew on my face. After all, chronic nosebleeding is a subject close to my heart.
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