It didn’t feel real at first. But Ruth encouraged me, and I accepted. I took online courses after putting my son to bed, worked part-time while studying, and pushed through every moment of exhaustion.
A year later, everything had changed. We had a small but bright apartment, sunlight spilling across the walls.
My son was in daycare — in the same building where I worked now, in an office lined with warmth instead of bleach.
Every afternoon, I would peek into the daycare corner and see my son and the CEO’s grandson — the baby I had found that cold morning — playing side by side, giggling in unison.
Watching them together, I realized something profound.
That day on the bench hadn’t just changed his life — it had changed mine. I hadn’t just saved a baby. I had saved the woman I was becoming.
And for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t feel like I was climbing an endless mountain anymore.
I had reached the top — not because life had suddenly become easy, but because love, courage, and one small act of kindness had shown me the way out of the dark.
