An elderly man found three abandoned babies on his farm, and when he approached, he was stunned to observe something unusual…
The sun was barely rising over the mountains surrounding the small homestead where John Peterson lived, a seventy-year-old man who had dedicated his entire life to the land. His face, etched with deep wrinkles and a reserved smile, reflected the wisdom and sacrifices accumulated over decades of work
That morning, like many others, he set out early with Bella, his faithful dog—a mutt with bright eyes who never left his side. The fog still covered the field when John noticed that Bella, usually calm, suddenly began to bark and agitate, pointing towards a small grove at the edge of the property.
— What’s wrong, Bella? — he asked in his hoarse voice, following the dog. The air grew colder as they advanced into the grove. Bella ran ahead and stopped near a bush. From there, a faint cry broke the silence.
John’s heart pounded as he approached and carefully parted the branches. To his astonishment, he saw three babies, wrapped in tattered blankets and placed on a makeshift bed of dry leaves.
— Dear God! — he murmured, bending down to ensure the little ones were breathing. They were two girls and a boy. They appeared exhausted, their cheeks red from the cold, and their small bodies shivering.
The old man, paralyzed by shock, looked around, searching for someone or at least a clue about who could have left them there.
— Who could do such a thing? What kind of scoundrels?! — he whispered, running his trembling hands over his face.
The dog looked at him with a sort of urging, as if telling him to act. John sighed deeply and carefully took the three babies into his arms, wrapping them in his old wool coat… and then he froze, seeing something unusual.
As John cradled the babies, he realized that each of them wore a small silver chain with a tiny charm. Though they were too small to read the inscriptions on his own in the dim early-morning light, he noticed they were all shaped differently. One was a little moon, another a sun, and the third a star. That was peculiar enough, but what really caught his attention was how the babies all quieted at the same moment when he drew them close. It was as if they recognized a shared bond or found comfort in each other’s presence.
Though he was a strong-willed man who rarely hesitated, he found himself stuck for a moment, unsure of what to do. He was alone on this farm. Yes, he had a couple of friends in the village down the road, but no one who could step in and care for three tiny infants at a moment’s notice.
— We have to do something, Bella, — he said at last, trying to steady his voice. Bella whined softly, nudging John’s leg as if to encourage him. The nearest hospital was about twenty miles away, and John’s truck was old, but it was the only option he had. The babies needed warmth, nourishment, and medical attention fast.
