My 16-Year-Old Son Rescued a Newborn from the Cold – the Next Day a Cop Showed Up on Our Doorstep

“I talked to your principal for me, please,” he said. “I don’t want what you did to go unrecognized.

Maybe a small assembly. Local paper.”

Jax groaned.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Please no.”

Daniels smiled a little.

“Whether you let them or not,” he said, “you should know this: every time I look at my son, I’ll think of you.

You gave me back my whole world.”

He turned to me.

“If you ever need anything,” he said, “for him or for you—call me. Job reference, college recommendation, whatever. You’ve got someone in your corner.”

After he left, the house felt softer.

Jax sat there, staring at the card.

“Mom,” he said eventually, “am I messed up for feeling bad for that girl?

The one who left him?”

I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “She did something awful. But she was scared and 14.

You’re 16, which isn’t much older. That’s the scary part.”

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