The stench of rotting garbage assaulted Sarah’s nostrils as she rummaged through the dumpster, her trembling hands searching for anything of value. Suddenly, a faint whimper pierced the early morning silence. Sarah froze, her heart racing.
It couldn’t be, could it? She pushed aside a torn garbage bag, and there, nestled among discarded fast food wrappers and empty bottles, lay a tiny squirming bundle—a baby, no more than a few hours old, its skin blue from the cold. Sarah’s world tilted on its axis in that moment. She knew nothing would ever be the same again.
The first rays of dawn barely penetrated the smog-filled sky over downtown Los Angeles as Sarah stirred from her makeshift bed of flattened cardboard boxes. At 35 years old, she had long since lost count of how many mornings she’d woken up like this—alone, cold, and with a gnawing emptiness in her stomach that wasn’t just from….Read Full Story Here……………….
