🥺 I was on duty at the maternity hospital. When I opened the door to the room, I stood there frozen.
A four-year-old boy was sitting on the hospital bed, holding his newborn sister tightly in his arms. 🥲 He was crying quietly, alone in the room. And his mother… wasn’t there. Instead, there was a note on the pillow…👇
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“Forgive me. I can’t do this anymore. I hope someone gives them a chance at a better life,” it read, written in scrawled handwriting.
For a moment, I could hardly breathe. Tears filled my eyes. A thousand questions raced through my mind. But at the center of this tragedy were two children: the baby sleeping peacefully in his big brother’s arms, and the boy himself—confused, scared, but so touchingly caring.
The boy barely spoke. He only asked:
— Can we stay here? I’ll take care of them, I promise.
I sat down next to him, put my arm around his shoulders, and said:
— You are not alone. We will do everything we can to keep you safe.
Later, it became clear that the family was in a difficult situation. The mother was desperate and didn’t know who to turn to. Fortunately, the story became public, and helpful people came forward. Now the children are temporarily staying with their aunt, and the mother is receiving support and treatment.
This story could have ended tragically. But it shows how important it is to lend a helping hand in time.
Sometimes a child teaches us more than an adult. He showed that love is a force. And even in the smallest heart, it can be big enough to save a life.
