The morning felt too perfect. Nairobi’s sky was a soft watercolor wash of pale gold and white, the kind that always made me believe that maybe, just maybe, the universe hadn’t forgotten me. And today wasn’t just any day. Today, Malaika House would receive its very first children.

I could barely sleep the night before. Exhaustion tugged at me from every direction, my body was heavier than ever with three babies sitting high inside me, but excitement kept me upright. For months, this little ...