Family
"She just left him here! This is not right! Where is the justice? Someone should do something about this! Why will no one do anything to make her responsible?" He waved his arms in great gestures and banged the baby’s thick metal chart with his hand as he spoke to me. The young doctor, still in his initial weeks of mandatory service at the public hospital, was enraged and horrified. I listened and watched the anger flash in his eyes. I was equal parts shocked and elated to see someone show concern for the abandoned babies that were so often shuffled off into my arms. He ranted on, repeating the same things again and again as he paced in the tiny corridor that led to the ward for sick and premature babies. I knew his anger far too well and just stood there like an oversized bobblehead, my head nodding back...