I Gave a Woman My Seat on a Tram… What She Left in My Bag Left Me in Tears

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Tucked within the folds of the blanket was a yellowed, creased photograph. It was a baby, swaddled in that very blanket. A tiny, perfect face, eyes wide and curious. A faint, almost imperceptible smile.

A chill snaked down my spine. This wasn’t just a random item. This was personal.

Then, I saw it. A single, folded piece of paper, nestled beneath the photo. My hands trembled as I unfolded it. It was handwritten, in a shaky, old-fashioned script.

My Dearest Child,

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