At My Son’s Graduation, a Young Woman Walked Up and Handed Me a Baby — Then Whispered, ‘He’s Yours Now’
The auditorium buzzed with pride as I waited for my son, Daniel, to graduate with honors. I should’ve felt only joy—but the empty seat beside me reminded me of Mark, my late husband. “You’d be proud of him,” I whispered. That’s when I saw her—a young woman in the shadows, holding a baby. Her eyes…