After Losing My Newborn Son, I Gave Everything I’d Bought Him to a Mother Begging with Her Baby – The Next Morning, My Lawn Was Covered with Dozens of Baby Strollers, Each Holding a Sealed Box

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An older woman walked forward.

“Kate?”

I nodded.

“My name is Linda. I left the blue stroller.”
I glanced in its direction.

Linda gave me a sorrowful smile.

Another woman lifted her hand.

“The pink one was my daughter’s,” she said. “She lived six weeks.”

A man stepped toward a green stroller and stood beside it.

One after another, people came forward.

Each person identified the stroller they had brought and the child who had once owned it.

I realized I was surrounded not merely by baby carriages, but