Lizetta was no stranger to this pang of emotion. It was a mix of nostalgia, regret, and a hidden pain that seemed to surface whenever she saw a baby. Not for the first time, she felt this way.

The click-clack of high heels brought her back to reality. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw two waitresses in long dresses and high heels, carrying plates and soup bowls, heading towards a corner. Right in their blind spot was a stroller parked, unnoticed. Lizetta's heart raced at the thought of the disaster that could unfold if they turned the corner and collided with it. The food could spill, or worse, the stroller could be knocked over.

Without a second thought, Lizetta shouted, "Stop! Don't move!"

The waitresses halted, puzzled, as they saw Lizetta rushing towards them with a look of urgent concern.

"Ma'am, is there something wrong?" one of them asked.

Ignoring their question, Lizetta hurried to the stroller, pushing it to a safer spot.

The waitresses, realizing the close call with the stroller, apologized profusely. "We're so sorry, ma'am. Did we scare you? Is your baby alright?"

quiet little angel, not making

a bittersweet pang at their assumption that she was the baby's mother. "He's not my baby. I don't know how he ended

sensing

presence

the stroller and saw a baby boy, no

cried, his cheeks flushed red, revealing his soft, toothless gums. Everything about

to comfort him

how to pick

a small baby without causing harm. Her heart ached, and she felt tears prickling

reached out and grabbed her finger, pulling it

registered the waitresses saying they would contact the manager to find the

in hand rounded the corner, saw the scene, and quickly approached. "What are you all doing around

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