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“SORRY MOM, I COULDN’T LEAVE THEM,” my 16-year-old son said as he walked in holding

Josh took a deep breath, his eyes clouded with emotions I couldn’t quite read. “I found them, Mom. I found them in the park, behind the old oak tree.”

As those words settled in the air, I felt a rush of disbelief mixed with horror. “Found them? What do you mean you found them?”

“I was heading home from Josh’s place,” he explained. “I decided to take a shortcut through the park, and… and I heard crying. I followed the sound, and there they were, just lying on the ground, all alone. I couldn’t just leave them there, Mom. They’re so small.”

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