“Your Picture Is in My Mom’s Wallet!” a Little Girl Stopped Me on the Street and Said — I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes When I Saw Her Mom
I turned to see a little girl—no more than eight years old—bounding toward me. Her dark curls bounced wildly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She skidded to a stop right in front of me, barely catching her breath. “Mister, come with me! You have to see my mom! Come on!” I instinctively took a small… CONTINUE READING »