Heather's Secret Weapon
As time went on, Amelia got fussier and Heather got more anxious. As the clock neared 6, Heather steadily closed the gap between her and the customs agents who seemed to be half asleep, checking bags and stamping passports like zombies on an assembly line. By the time Heather made it to the front, Amelia had gotten visibly antsy. Heather patted her baby bag to feel for her saving grace, a bottle of milk that she filled and left in the freezer overnight for this particular occasion. Heather decided to wait to get through customs to feed Amelia, but when she stepped up and dropped her bags to be inspected, something unusual happened…
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