After Losing My Newborn Son, I Gave Everything I Bought Him to a Mother in Need—The Next Morning, My Lawn Was Covered With Dozens of Strollers, Each Holding a Sealed Box

down at the baby in his carrier. “What’s his name?” I asked softly.

“Mateo.” She gazed at him with pure love. “I keep telling him I’m going to do better. Every night.”

“You’re doing better right now,” I said. “You’re keeping him warm. You’re holding him. That counts for something.”

She wiped her face with the back of her wrist. “Why me?” she asked.

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