Prologue

She tightly held my hand.
“Please, I want to see my baby.”
I stopped and sit beside her bed. “You know that it’s the best for her.”
She withdrawn her deformed hand and slowly turned her back on me. I sighed and walked away. I was used to this but each time it never failed to break my heart. I reached the nurse’s room and pulled the folder labeled “Year of Birth: 1941, Birthplace: Leper Colony. I silently prayed for the cure and miracle to happen as I noted in the status of the paper I was holding “For adoption”.