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I stopped.<\/p>\n
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The sound came from the bus stop up ahead.<\/p>\n
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I walked closer and froze. There, on the metal bench, lay a newborn baby, wrapped in thin, dirty blankets that did nothing against the freezing air. His tiny face was red from crying, his little body shivering. There was no mother, no note, no bag \u2014 nothing. Just a helpless child abandoned to the cold.<\/p>\n
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Without thinking, I ripped off my own coat, wrapped it around him, and cradled him against my chest.<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou\u2019re okay now,\u201d I whispered, my heart racing. \u201cI\u2019ve got you.\u201d<\/p>\n
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I ran home as fast as I could. My mother-in-law, Margaret, was there; together, we warmed him, fed him, and called the police. When the officers finally took him into their arms and carried him away, an ache opened inside me \u2014 sharp and unexpected, as if I\u2019d just lost someone I was supposed to protect.<\/p>\n