I never imagined that stopping for a crying baby on a cold morning would lead to the most life-changing moment of my journey. Just four months earlier, I had lost my husband to cancer while I was five months pregnant with our son. He had always dreamed of becoming a father, and when the doctor announced, “It’s a boy,” I couldn’t hold back the tears. Raising our son without him was one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced. I was grieving, exhausted, and working part-time as a cleaner at a financial firm just to afford rent and diapers. My mother-in-law, Ruth, helped care for the baby during my early shifts. Without her, I would have fallen apart. One foggy morning, on my way home after work, I heard a baby crying. At first, I thought I was imagining it—it happens sometimes when you’re a new mom and constantly sleep-deprived. But this time, the sound…
