I Adopted a Baby Found at My Fire Station — Five Years Later, a Stranger Knocked on My Door and Claimed to Be His Mother
The night I found a newborn crying outside Fire Station #14 changed my life forever. The baby was wrapped in a thin blanket, left in a small basket near the door, his cries barely audible over the wind. I remember holding him for the first time, feeling his tiny fingers curl around mine — fragile,…