My flight to Los Angeles was meant to be a routine work trip, but a strange request from the pilot changed everything.
I was an architect heading to pitch a major project, hoping to make my mom, Melissa, proud.
She always said my father passed before I was born.On the plane, a flight attendant, Bethany,
noticed the birthmark on my wrist and asked for my passport. Later,she told me the pilot wanted to
speak with me after landing.When I arrived, a man named Steve approached, crying. He revealed he was my father,
and we shared the same birthmark. Shocked, I called my mom, who admitted she had left Steve when pregnant,
thinking it was best for his career.Despite the emotional shock, I still had my meeting. Steve, knowing the investors,
helped me secure the project and a promotion. That night, he and my mom reunited, healing old wounds.
What started as a routine flight had unexpectedly brought our family back together.
