THE STORY OF A VIETNAMESE WORKER WHO SPENT 10 YEARS AWAY FROM HOME TO SAVE MONEY, AND WHO BURST INTO TEARS WHEN SHE SAW HER SON IN A PILOT’S UNIFORM ON HER OWN FLIGHT

Naina gasped as she dragged her carry-on suitcase inside Indira Gandhi International Airport. She had just returned from Riyadh. Ten years. Ten years she had worked as a domestic helper.

During that time, she hadn’t once visited home.

“Saving on plane tickets,” she always told herself. “Sending money for Jayesh’s education is better.”

She thought of her son, Jayesh. He was only in high school when she left. Now, he was twenty-five years old. They only saw each other through video calls. She watched her son grow up through the screen of her phone – from his high school graduation to completing college.

Jayesh’s dream: To become a pilot.

Aviation Academy was incredibly expensive. Almost all of Naina’s salary wasn’t enough. She worked overtime, did laundry for other families on her days off, and endured meals of only instant noodles to be able to send money for tuition.

Now, she was returning home forever. She was coming home. She was old, her back ached, her skin was full of wrinkles.

She boarded the plane. Economy class. Cramped.

She sat in Seat 42A, by the window. Naina closed her eyes.

“Thank God,” she whispered. “Even though I’m tired, I finally finished.”

Suddenly, the plane’s PA system blared.

“Hello everyone. I am the Captain of this flight. Welcome aboard Flight AI 102 departing for Delhi.”

Naina’s eyes widened. The voice sounded so familiar. As if she had heard it before. Her heart raced.

“We expect a smooth flight today. But before takeoff, I have a special announcement to make.”

The Captain’s voice was slightly choked.

“On this flight today, I have a very special passenger. She is seated in seat 42A.”

Naina’s eyes widened. 42A? That was her! The people sitting next to her stared.

“Ten years ago, she left India to work as a domestic helper. She mopped floors, washed dishes, and took care of other people’s children, just so she could send money for me to study aviation.”

Tears began to roll down Naina’s cheeks. She covered her mouth with her hand.

“She hasn’t been home for a decade, saving every rupee for my dream. Today is her first time returning home. And today is also my first flight as Captain.”

The cockpit door opened.

A tall man stepped out. He was wearing a pilot’s uniform. A white shirt, a black tie, and on his shoulder… four gold stripes (Captain’s insignia).

He walked down the aisle towards the back. All the passengers stared at him.

When he reached Row 42, the Captain stopped.

He took off his hat. He bowed and knelt before Naina.

“Maa…” the pilot said.

“Jay beta…” Naina choked out. She trembled as she reached out to touch her son’s face. “My son… You’re a Captain now…”

“Maa, this is your flight,” Jayesh said, weeping. “But this is also my flight. I’ll be the one to bring you home, Mom. You won’t have to do laundry anymore, Maa. It’s my turn now. I’ll take care of you.”

Captain Jayesh hugged his mother tightly.

The entire plane erupted in applause. Some other passengers also burst into tears. The flight attendants silently wiped away their tears.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jayesh said to the passengers while still holding his mother. “This is my mother. My hero.”

High above, Naina’s heart soared even higher than the altitude of the flight.

Ten years of separation were worth it, the backaches were worth it, every drop of sweat was worth it – because the boy she had left behind all those years ago was now the one bringing her back home, on wings of pride and success.