I Found a Crying Baby Abandoned on a Bench – When I Learned Who He Was, My Life Turned Upside Down

Whose baby is this?”

Nothing. Just the rustle of the wind and the sound of his cries growing weaker.

I crouched down, my hands shaking so hard I could barely untuck the blanket. The baby’s skin was ice-cold.

His cheeks were mottled, his tiny body trembling. Panic hit me like a wave. He needed warmth. Now.

Without thinking, I scooped him up.

His weight was featherlight against me. I pressed him to my chest, trying to share my body heat.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I whispered, rocking him. “It’s okay.

I’ve got you.”Continue reading…