The Painter In Pandemic (3)

Her eyes were wide with disbelief and concern. She continued to look and thought of the worse.

Oh my god, is that a baby!? She said to herself, what kind of soulless person leaves a baby in the middle of the night on the street. That person was surely the bad evil person to do such a thing that should not be done by any decent human being.

That thought bounced through my mind to transform into what kind of soulless girl leaves a baby in the middle of the street.

Cali took her jacket and her mask and went down. She had to rescue that child. In the nightlife, a mother who did not protect him was not well. Someone had to save him.

She walked with intention and without stopping. The cold of the night felt stronger, as if the solitude of the street allowed her to lower her temperature even more. Cali never thought that people on the street would give such light to a place. Cali had walked thousands of times through those streets at night but never felt so dark.

Slowly Cali walked until