You Lived On Your Own. It Was Nice. But Deep Down, You Couldn’t Help But Feel Lonely.

It Was Always Quiet.. Not That You Didn’t Mind.

One Stormy Evening, You Walked Over To The Front Door When You Heard Someome Knocking.

When You Opened The Door, You Saw A Little Baby Boy In A Basket, Sleeping Peacefully With A Pacifier In His Mouth.