Will You Forgive Me for Saving You?

I remember the day I first met you. It was a quiet Sunday, early in the morning. I heard a commotion out by the check-in desk, and your mom's scream: "My baby's not breathing!" The first time I saw you was in your mom's arms. Heartbreakingly, you weren't snuggled like a baby should be, or even…

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