Lost.

He cried loudly. He could have been heard from across the halls.His shrieks were echoed by the other inhabitants of the basinets and incubators.

Seeing how tiny he was, it was easy to surmise that he’s a newborn. He looks like he’s still months away from standing up. Other than his cries, he utters no words. Only hours of silence separate his pained episodes of sorrowful agony. With the way his wailing resonated and bounced off the walls of the well-lit room, it almost seemed like he was asking for help.

You see, the boy has been in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit since November of last year. He has been here since the day he was born.

One look at his thick medical record folder shows the constellation of symptoms and medical issues that the baby has.

One look at him would break your heart.

He has microcephaly. He also has a mass that fungates from the bridge of his nose. On the back of his head, a pig-tail like structure juts out. His mouth, lips and palate is deformed with all sorts of clefts, exposing the inner structures of his face.

And yes, his parents have already abandoned him.

His mother took misoprostol (Cytotec) in an effort to have him aborted, but instead of expelling her from her body, she dealt the child unspeakable congenital defects that makes the life of the child now worse than death.

Now he’s still on that basinet.

No visitors.

No one will ever claim him.

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