For a while he stared at the manila envelope.  "What are you thinking?" I asked Michael.  He didn't answer.  He buried his face in his hands and started sobbing.  It had been years since I'd heard a little one cry like that.  My kids were grown -- still I don't think they'd ever cried so hard.  I rubbed his back and wondered where the flight attendant was. "What's the matter buddy?"  I asked. All I got were muffled words "I don't know my grandma. Mama didn't want her to come visit and see her sick. What if Grandma doesn't want me? Where will I go?" "Michael, do you remember the Christmas story?  Mary and Joseph and the baby Jesus?  Remember how they came to Bethlehem just before Jesus was born? It was late and cold, and they didn't have anywhere to stay, no family, no hotels, not even hospitals where babies could be born.  Well, God was watching out for them.  He found them a place to stay; a stable with animals." "Wait, wait," Michael tugged on my sleeve.  "I know Jesus.   I remember now."  Then he closed his eyes, lifted his head and began to sing.  His voice rang out with a strength that rocked his tiny frame.  "Jeeesus looooves me--thiiiiiis I  knowwwwwww.  For the Biiiiiible tells meeeeee sooooo....." Passengers turned or stood up to see the little boy who made the large sound.  Michael didn't notice his audience.   With his eyes shut tight and voice lifted high, he was in a good place.  "You've got a great voice," I told him when he was done.  "I've never heard anyone sing like that." "Mama said God gave me good pipes just like my Grandma's," he said. "My Grandma loves to sing, she sings in her church  choir." "Well, I'll bet you can sing there too.  The two of you will be running that choir." The seat belt sign came on as we approached O'Hare.  The flight attendant came by and said we just have a few minutes now, but she told Michael it's important that he put on his seat belt.  People started stirring in their seats, like the kids before the final school bell.  By the time the seat belt sign went off, passengers were rushing down the aisle. Michael and I stayed seated. "Are you gonna go with me?" he asked. "I wouldn't miss it for the world buddy!" I assured him. Clutching his bag and the manila envelope in one hand, he grabbed my hand with the other.  The two of us followed the flight attendant down the jetway.  All the noises of the airport seemed to fill the corridor. Michael stopped, flipping his hand from mine, he dropped to his knees. His mouth quivered. His eyes brimmed with tears "What's wrong Michael? I'll carry you if you want." He opened his mouth and moved his lips, but it was as if his words were stuck in his throat.  When I knelt next to him, he grabbed my neck.  I felt his warm, wet face as he whispered in my ear, "I want my mama!!!" I tried to stand, but Michael squeezed my neck even harder.  Then I heard a rattle of footsteps on the corridor's metal floor. "Is that you baby?"  I couldn't see the woman behind me, but I heard the warmth in her voice.  "Oh baby," she cried.  "Come here.  Grandma loves you so much. I need a hug baby.  Let go of that nice man," she knelt beside Michael and me. Michael's grandma stroked his arm.  I smelled a hint of orange blossoms. "You've got folks waiting for you out there Michael.  Do you know that you've got aunts and uncles and cousins?"  She patted his skinny shoulders and started humming.  Then she lifted her head and sang.  I wondered if the flight attendant told her what to sing, or maybe she just knew what was right.  Her strong, clear voice filled the passageway, "Jesus loves me -- this I know..." Michael's gasps quieted.  Still holding him, I rose, nodded hello to his grandma and watched her pick up the grocery bag.  Right before we got to the doorway to the terminal, Michael loosened his grip around my neck and reached for his grandma. As soon as she walked across the threshold with him, cheers erupted. From the size of the crowd, I figured family, friends, pastors, elders, deacons, choir members and most of the neighbors had come to meet Michael.  A tall man tugged on Michael's ear and pulled off the red sign around his neck.  It no longer applied. As I made my way to the gate for my connecting flight, I barely noticed the weight of my overstuffed briefcase and laptop.  I started to wonder who would be in the seat next to mine this time......  And I smiled. -- Author Unknow