She woke up to see a sweet face looking at her holding a red heart made out of paper.
“Happy birthday, mummy!” The woman held her daughter tight.
“I will always cherish it.” She was grateful for the most precious gift of all, her baby.
She would never forget that freezing December evening seven years ago. She had just returned home from work when she heard a baby crying. Beside the dumpster she saw a helpless newborn wrapped in a blanket. She took it in her arms; the child’s heart was warm again. Two hearts had been saved that evening.
“Happy birthday, mummy!” The woman held her daughter tight.
“I will always cherish it.” She was grateful for the most precious gift of all, her baby.
She would never forget that freezing December evening seven years ago. She had just returned home from work when she heard a baby crying. Beside the dumpster she saw a helpless newborn wrapped in a blanket. She took it in her arms; the child’s heart was warm again. Two hearts had been saved that evening.
