The journey from Atlanta to San Francisco began with the usual chaos of traveling with a 14-month-old. My baby was fussy and crying, clearly uncomfortable in the confined airplane cabin. I felt the judgmental stares of other passengers, silently criticizing my inability to soothe her. Anxiety churned in my stomach as I tried everything to calm her, but nothing seemed to work.About an hour into the flight, a kind-looking man sitting across the aisle caught my attention. With a warm smile, he offered to help, saying,
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After eating this, I’m never having salmon any other way!