Hungry Little Boy Came Into My Bakery Asking for Stale Rolls – I Had No Idea How Much That Moment Would Change Both of Our Lives
It was nearly closing time when the bell above the bakery door chimed. I looked up to see a small boy, no older than twelve, standing hesitantly in the doorway. His clothes were soaked, his sleeves torn, and his eyes uncertain. “Miss,” he whispered, “if you have any old bread or stale rolls, could I…