Once there were two women who had respective babies. The baby of one woman had died and the baby of another woman was still alive.
Hi friend, your baby exactly resembles mine. Can I hold and kiss yours little?
One day, the woman with the live baby held her baby in the arm to bathe it. Coincidentally, the woman whose baby had already been dead come and walking.
Yes, you can.
The woman with the baby handed her baby to that woman, who kissed and breastfed the baby and walked to her home with the baby being held in her hand.
The real mother saw the woman taking her baby
Hey, where are you taking my baby?
The two women started quarrelling about the baby.
It is my baby. Why do you say it is yours?
Your honour, when I was holding my baby, this woman saw it walked after me, claiming that the baby was hers. She asked me allow her to hold and kiss my baby and I let her do it, but she kissed and breastfed my baby and walked to her home with my kid, so please help solve the problem for me, your honour.