I Never Imagined Who Would Find Me After That

But this sound cut through the silence like a blade.

I stopped.

Looked around.

The sidewalk was empty.

The buildings were dark.

The cry came again—softer now.

From a bus stop nearby.

I ran.

At first glance, I thought it was a bundle of clothes.

Then a tiny hand moved beneath a thin blanket.

A newborn.

His skin was icy.

His lips were tinged blue.

His face was strained from crying.

I shouted for help.

I called out for a parent.

No one answered.

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