Now, every time I lift him, I do so with quiet awareness, knowing that love must always come with attention, patience, and understanding of just how fragile life can be.
My son and his wife asked me to watch their two-month-old baby while they went shopping. But no matter how I held him or tried to calm him, he kept crying uncontrollably. I immediately sensed something was wrong. When I lifted his clothes to check his diaper… I froze. There was something there… something unimaginable. My hands started shaking. I grabbed him and rushed straight to the hospital.
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