Azzmi doesn’t even know how long she’s been crouched down in the aisle, but right now, time doesn’t matter to her.

She looks at what she’s holding in her hands, overwhelmed by emotions. Her lips tremble as a smile spreads across her face.

In her hand, she holds a pink plastic bear with large, soulful eyes looking up at her in a childlike wonder. It’s so soft and plump, she can’t even hold it with one hand.

Her fingertips trace the black and white bow around its neck, and her smile ...