“After a Night Shift, I Fell Asleep at the Laundromat with My Baby — Opening the Washer Left Me Speechless”

The washers had stopped. The room was quiet. And on the folding table beside me… my laundry. Folded. Every piece.

I froze. Shirts stacked into neat squares. Onesies sorted by color. Towels arranged like from a store shelf.

Someone had done this while I slept.

Panic flared. What if someone took something? Touched Willow?

But everything was there. She was fine.

Then I noticed the washer I had used. The door was closed. And through the glass, I saw it… full. But not with dirty clothes.

Inside were diapers, baby wipes, two cans of formula, a stuffed elephant, and a soft fleece blanket. On top was a folded note.

“For you and your little girl. — J.”

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