13/11/2024
I TOOK IN A FORTUNE TELLER WITH A NEWBORN—IN THE MORNING I DIDN'T FIND MY SICK LITTLE DAUGHTER IN HER ROOM
I live in a house outside the city. Recently, I was coming home from work one evening when I saw a woman lying on the roadside, asking for help. She was dressed quite oddly. As I got closer, I noticed she looked like a typical fortune teller from a fair.
The woman was pregnant—and in labor. Luckily, I’m a surgeon. Though not an obstetrician, I knew I had to act quickly. Right there on the roadside, I helped her deliver her baby.
"Do you have somewhere to go?" I asked, handing her the crying newborn wrapped in a towel I found in my car. She had nowhere to go; she explained that she had run away from a husband who treated her badly.
Feeling sorry for her, I offered her a room in my house, as I have a large house where only I and my six-year-old daughter live. My daughter recently broke her leg in a fall from her bicycle and was on bed rest at home, with a nanny looking after her while I worked.
The woman, whose name was Miranda, thanked me and gratefully accepted my help. I drove her to my house and showed her a spacious room where she and her baby could stay. I also made sandwiches, and we had dinner together.
The next morning, I got up to check on my daughter, but her room was empty. Worried, I began calling her name. There was no answer. Then I went to Miranda’s room. When I opened the door, I began to cry. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" I asked Miranda.⬇️
