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?"

such a quiet little angel, not making a single fuss," the

at their assumption that she was the baby's mother. "He's not my baby. I don't know how he ended up here alone. Please find his family as soon

baby, sensing

presence

by the cry, peered into the stroller and saw a baby boy, no more than a few months old, crying with his little mouth turning downwards in

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

to

how

heart ached, and

as she was about to try, the baby surprisingly reached out and grabbed her finger, pulling it into his mouth. The warm, wet sensation was oddly comforting,

the waitresses saying they would contact the manager to find

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

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