My name is Laura. At the age of 35, I decided to work on the plane against the will of my children. After my first plane ride at the age of five, I felt so excited that I had a dream of earning my wings on the plane. I didn't earn much, but I loved my job.      We were flying from Los Angeles to Washington, D.C, when I answered a call. Then I went to the cabin  , I found a young mother struggling with her baby son.      She told me that she had no more diapers  . With the saddest eyes I have ever seen, she continued. She said she had two babies, but she could no longer support two of them. She was taking her son to a family in New Hampshire.       As she stood in front of me, crying, I could see the hopelessness on her face. I went away and got some diapers from the other mothers, and gave her a sweater of mine. After the woman and her son had changed their clothes, I sat with her, holding her hand, trying to provide some support and comfort. I could feel her pain and her love for her baby son. During that time, I kept thinking of my children who were waiting for me in New York.     Once we landed, I walked with them to their next flight, which would take them to their final destination. The woman thanked me a lot, and I replied, "Thank you, too." At this moment, I couldn't wait to return home to see my children. Why did the author thank the young woman?
She made the author see the importance of her work. She provided support and comfort for the author. She had helped a lot when the author was in trouble. She made the author realize the importance of a mother's love for the children.