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It started like any other shift. I was doing a routine check around a park in Modesto when I saw her—barefoot, wrapped in a threadbare hoodie, curled up on a bench. She couldn’t have been more than 19. When I asked if she was okay, she looked up with glassy eyes and whispered, “I’m just trying to keep her warm.” That’s when I saw the bundle on her chest—a tiny baby, barely a week old.

I radioed in for support, but something about her made me stay. She wasn’t high or aggressive, just scared and exhausted. Said her name was Kiara. She’d aged out of foster care a few months back, gave birth in a motel, then ended up on the streets. The baby’s name was Nia. No birth certificate, no hospital records. Just the two of them, hanging on.

We got them to a shelter, and I figured that was the end of it.

But it wasn’t.

I kept thinking about that baby—how she gripped my pinky with her whole hand when I first held her. I visited the shelter a week later, then again. Eventually, Kiara started trusting me. She’d ask me stuff like what diapers I thought were best, or how to tell if a baby had a fever.

Then one afternoon, she pulled me aside. She’d made up her mind.

“I’m not ready to be a mom. But you… you care. She smiles when she sees you.”

I stood there, speechless. I mean, who wakes up thinking they’ll be asked to adopt a baby before dinner?

But something inside me just… clicked.

I told her I’d look into it. That night, I sat in my car outside the precinct and cried. I’d never pictured myself as a father. I didn’t even have a crib or a clue.

But I knew I couldn’t say no.

What I didn’t expect—what no one warned me about—was what came next...
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