Without hesitation, I offered to cover all her hospital expenses. I wanted to ensure she received proper care and that the child lacked nothing in those crucial first moments of life.
As I spoke with the staff, I carefully asked about what would happen next. That’s when I was told that the baby would be handed over to social services and eventually placed in a children’s home.
The news was difficult to process, but I didn’t show it.
Later, I returned to the clinic with baby supplies—clothes, toiletries, and other essentials—still maintaining my role as a representative of a charitable organization. When they asked for more details about the organization, I simply explained that I was acting on compassion and urgency.
In truth, I was trying to stay close to the situation without revealing too much.
Through careful conversations, I managed to learn where the baby would be taken. I also discovered that the child had been named Godgift—a name that carried deep meaning.
At that moment, I realized something important: I couldn’t rush things. I needed patience. I needed a plan.
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