With a dry cloth, I wiped the blue gel from Megan's stomach and helped her pull the hospital gown over her belly. In a moment of sudden tenderness, I tucked the blanket around her and patted her arm. I didn't know anything about this girl, but something in her touched me deep. Touched that part of me that made me a mom. I wanted to take her home and care for her.
There I go again. Trying to save everyone and everything. I looked down at Megan; so young. So fragile.
Megan bit her top lip while her bottom one quivered. Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked up at me. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
"Hey, don't worry. Your baby's okay." I touched her hand and she grasped mine tightly.
A few tears spilled over and rolled down Megan's cheek.
"Do you want me to go get your mom?"
More tears fell. I heard the desperation in the sob that escaped from Megan's lips. "I don't have a mom. I don't have anyone." She cast a distressed look at me and grabbed my hand again. "Please help me." She pleaded with her expressive eyes full of tears displaying a sense of lost hope.
I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. My concern for Megan grew as the reality of the situation became clearer. This child was all alone with no one to take care of her. What if this were my niece, Jennifer? I couldn't walk away, could I?
"You're here all by yourself at a time like this?"
"I don't have anyone to be with me. No one wants me. They just want my baby." Megan gripped my hand. "I won't let them take my baby away. Can you adopt me? Can you adopt me and my baby?"
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