Sep 11 2019

I still vividly remember the picture of the kid. I had a newspaper cutting of him, colored picture. He was wrapped in a plastic net like cloth, it was not even a cotton normal cloth.

He looked divine, something in that picture wanted me to go see him and take him home with me. But all I could do was talk about him to my then boyfriend for hours and how much I wanted to meet him.

The news said, he was abandoned somewhere and he was taken to the police station. It happened in my city, I knew the place. It baffled me that someone could leave the baby like that.

Then years passed, I somehow forgot him. I always wondered about adopting a kid now and then through out my 20's. For different reasons, but I did wanted to adopt one.

Again yesterday, I read about a man who took a lot of effort in rescuing a down syndrome kid and adopted him against all odds. I saw a picture of him with the baby. I was rushed with the memories of my baby whom I saw years ago during my college days. I wonder if he is safe, sound and healthy. I hope he is happy and entering his teen years with lots of dreams.

I miss him today, I couldn't get him or this father with his kid out of my mind. I don't know if I can do anything to both of them, but I will have them in my prayers and thoughts. I wish them well. Very few stay in your thoughts though you have no connection over them, it's a mystical connect. You can't explain but you feel it so much in you .