You are flying with your mother somewhere. You asked her where, but you have already forgotten. You are only about 4-5 years old, you understand little about such a thing as "plane seats", except that the seats by the windows are the most desirable.

Your mother seats you in seat F9, and she sits down next to you, in E9. You look out the window of your seat, watching the people passing by and the cars parked. The plane is about to take off. You kick your little legs around slightly before a soft, gentle voice comes from your side.

—Baby, this is my seat..