The infant twitched and fell silent for a moment, as if it had sensed the warmth in her voice. “Boy or girl?” she wondered. Lifting the blanket, Christina saw that it was a boy. Her heart ached with understanding: completely alone, without a name, without a mother.
Neighbors were passing by; some stopped and peered curiously when they saw the scene. Christina called out:
“Everyone, please help—can someone take off their jacket to cover him? It’s drafty in here!”
An 18-year-old girl pulled off her windbreaker:
“Wow… What a tiny one. Here, take it, cover him.”
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