05/30/2025
I FOUND A STARVING BABY ON DUTY—AND I COULDN’T JUST WALK AWAY
It was supposed to be a routine day. Patrol the streets, respond to calls, do my job. But nothing prepares you for the moments that break your heart.
We were called to a hospital after reports of a distressed woman wandering near the entrance. By the time we arrived, she was gone. But what she left behind… that was worse.
A baby.
Tiny, frail, wrapped in worn-out clothes. His cries were weak, desperate. A nurse said he hadn’t stopped wailing for hours. No food. No mother in sight.
I felt my chest tighten. I knew that cry. I’d heard it before—at home, from my own child.
My instincts took over before I could even think. I found a chair, adjusted my uniform, and held the baby close. He latched on almost immediately, his little hands grabbing onto my vest.
People stopped and stared. Nurses. Patients. My fellow officers. But I didn’t care. This baby needed food, warmth—comfort. And at that moment, I was the only one who could give it to him.
I stroked his tiny back as he fed, my heart aching with questions. Where was his mother? Was she okay? Would she come back?
And if she didn’t… what would happen to him? ⬇️
(continue reading in the first cᴑmment)https://rduce.online/2025/05/28/i-was-adopted-25-years-ago-last-month-my-bio-father-knocked-on-my-door-demanding-50-of-everything-i-own-2/