The angel of the orphan

ss of dawn, Miriam also known as mama sarafina sat on the worn wooden bench outside her modest house, cradling a small child in her arms. The baby's skin was sof

ped counting how many children had passed through her door - some for a night, others for years

l. How could one woman take in so many orphans without the help of the government or

ister to illness, a day when the world seemed to crumble around her. That heartbreak had fue

Miriam's gaze softened as she stood, motioning for the baby to be passed gently to a

f Mbali regarded her with a mixture of respect and caution. Some saw her as a miracle, a mother to the forgotten. Others whispe

years ago. He nodded slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the burden she carried. She k

ith relatives or neighbors. Each child had a story etched deep into their eyes - stories of hunger, of c

ernoon. Miriam opened her door to find a man standing there, his face hard and unf

or my wife," h

knew this moment would come, t

carefully. "She is safe

d. "She belongs to me

erce. "She is more than that. Sh

them, the children stopped their play,

battles like this before - battles for t

s was d

a child. It was a fight for

Miriam stood her ground - the angel o