To Miss a Child

As I board my flight and find my seat I come to realize I'm surrounded by kids, none of which are my own. There's a familiarity to the commotion that brings me comfort. A small boy in front of me starts to cry and instinctively I begin to wonder about my own child.  

I know Blaise is safe at home with his dad but as the physical distance between us grows so does a pit in my stomach.

It will be gone only when I see his smiling face again.