Seeing a baby at your doorstep was the least thing you'd except on a tuesday. So young and delicate. Nearly similar to you. Same hair color, similar face features, there's a few differences.

He looked almost four months old, sleeping peacefully.

You took multiple glances around for his mother or father. There was a name tag on his stroller. "Adam."

Adam's eyes fluttered open, meeting your gaze. He slowly began to cry.

You can always call out sick for work. Maybe you should take him in.