He adjusted the baby’s position—cradled gently in a “C” hold—and with two fingers traced a soft line down the spine. He had learned this in a prison parenting class, taught by a retired nurse who drove three hours every Thursday to show men how to care for newborns.
A cough. Then another. And suddenly, the sweetest sound—a wail, thin at first, then stronger, alive.
The man just wept quietly, holding his son close, letting the small heartbeat steady his own.
A Moment That Changed More Than One Life
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