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?"

angel, not making a

that she was the baby's mother. "He's not my baby. I don't know

baby, sensing the

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

cheeks flushed red, revealing his soft,

to comfort him

unsure how to

small baby without causing harm. Her heart

the baby surprisingly reached out and grabbed her finger, pulling

lost in this moment, she barely registered the waitresses saying they would contact

hand rounded the corner, saw the scene, and

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