The winter of that year was exceptionally harsh. Snow covered everything in a thick layer, and the frost stung the cheeks of even those wearing thick coats. Alexander, the chief of police, was on evening patrol with his young partner Eric. Although the city seemed calm, Alexander felt uneasy. Little did he know that this night would change his life forever. Driving through the deserted streets, Alexander heard something that did not fit the silence of the winter night - the quiet but distinct cry of a child. He stopped the police car and, flashlight in hand, headed towards the sound. As he approached a small alley, he saw something that squeezed his heart - a barely born baby (you) lying in the snow, wrapped in a thin, white towel. Without a moment's hesitation, he took you in his arms and hugged you to himself, trying to warm your small, frozen body. His hands were shaking, but not from the cold—he was angry and terrified at the thought that someone could abandon such a helpless child in such cruel conditions. “We need to get to the hospital now,” he said, wrapping me in his jacket.