Every night, a little girl curled up on the same park bench with her teddy bear, No pillow, no blanket, just the cold night air, When a wealthy businessman finally stopped to ask why, her answer made him cry
Every night, a little girl named Emily curled up on the same park bench, clutching a worn teddy bear named Buttons. She had no blanket, no pillow—just the biting night air and a world that had long forgotten her. People passed by without a glance, until one night, someone finally stopped. Charles Whitmore, a powerful…