I was finishing up my shift, just another regular day. As I walked behind the building, I heard this faint, weak cry. At first, I thought it was a cat or something… but something about the sound made me stop.
I followed it and found a tiny baby, wrapped in a ripped blanket, hidden behind some crates. He was shaking, cold, and way too quiet. I swear, my heart sank the second I saw him. He was starving — I could see every rib. No baby should ever look like that.
I crouched down and whispered to him, trying not to scare him. But he didn’t even have the energy to cry. He just looked up at me with these tired, empty eyes. That silence hit me harder than any scream ever could.
I picked him up. He was so light I could barely feel his weight. I didn’t think, I just ran inside holding him. People looked at me like I was crazy until one nurse saw what was in my arms and jumped into action.
She called an ambulance immediately. We wrapped him in warm towels, tried to feed him something small, anything. Every second felt like forever. But he held on.
The ambulance came and took him straight to the hospital. They told me if I had found him even a little later, he might not have made it. That stuck with me.
Later, I went to check on him. He was doing better — clean, warm, and finally fed. He even smiled a little when he saw me. That moment… it broke me in the best way.
I don’t know who left him or why. But I know one thing — I couldn’t walk away. And I’m glad I didn’t.
Some things you don’t forget. This was one of them.