She was an orphan herself and after her grandmother passed she lost her way in life. She got a job in a factory and she met a guy there. The factory paid more money than she'd ever held in her hands before and, with the money her new boyfriend was making, they daydreamed of a life that was much better than their pasts. He convinced her to skip work one day and then after a few days of drinking and taking his abuse she had no job and nowhere to go. A few weeks later she discovered she was carrying a life inside her.
She didn't even know his last name - this guy she had not long known. She tried to find his family but came up empty. She was told some missionaries were coming to their church and she showed up very early that Sunday morning. She explained her story to them but all they could offer was a spot for her baby at their orphanage. She knew she couldn't give her baby the life she felt he/she deserved but that didn't mean she didn't want him/her.
She just needed help, but not the help she kept being offered as she went around to various offices, churches and government officials. No one willing to help her keep her baby but there were plenty willing to take it. Lord, help us to always fight for family preservation and maamas like her.