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The slight figure hesitated. But her mind was made up. She started walking again, but slowly. She was not familiar with the area and there were no lights. A noise startled her and the bundle in her arms. She stopped and held it close, hoping her warmth would soothe the baby.
She looked up. There was only one house with its backlight on. It shone like a beacon of hope, beckoning her, assuring her. She walked towards it and at the foot of the slope directly below the house with the light, she stopped and stooped to put the bundle down. She fussed over the blanket, checking to make sure it was wrapped up well, then straightened up and left without looking back, willing herself not to look back in case she changed her mind.
*****
"Sayang, come here for a minute," Salim called to his wife. She joined him in the back garden. "Can you hear that?"
"Sounds like a bayi!" she said after a while.
"That's what I thought," he replied. "Wait here while I go round the back to check on it."
"Abang," she said a while later, staring at the sleeping bundle he brought back. "Do you think God has answered our prayer?"
*****
For a few days after, she read the newspapers closely, but found no news of any abandoned baby. Had she chosen right? Was no news good news? She hoped it was. It would mean she'd made another right decision for the little one. Just like how she decided not to abandon it immediately after birth, nor leave it in some rubbish dump. She'd kept it, nursed it, and then decided to leave it in an affluent neighbourhood.
Light was good - it led her baby to a good family.
She looked up. There was only one house with its backlight on. It shone like a beacon of hope, beckoning her, assuring her. She walked towards it and at the foot of the slope directly below the house with the light, she stopped and stooped to put the bundle down. She fussed over the blanket, checking to make sure it was wrapped up well, then straightened up and left without looking back, willing herself not to look back in case she changed her mind.
*****
"Sayang, come here for a minute," Salim called to his wife. She joined him in the back garden. "Can you hear that?"
"Sounds like a bayi!" she said after a while.
"That's what I thought," he replied. "Wait here while I go round the back to check on it."
"Abang," she said a while later, staring at the sleeping bundle he brought back. "Do you think God has answered our prayer?"
*****
For a few days after, she read the newspapers closely, but found no news of any abandoned baby. Had she chosen right? Was no news good news? She hoped it was. It would mean she'd made another right decision for the little one. Just like how she decided not to abandon it immediately after birth, nor leave it in some rubbish dump. She'd kept it, nursed it, and then decided to leave it in an affluent neighbourhood.
Light was good - it led her baby to a good family.
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