“Sir, I learned this song from my mommy.” The little girl played the piano and the lonely CEO froze.
Snow drifted gently through the night sky, each flake catching the glow of street lamps like sparks of quiet magic. On the corner of an old cobblestone street stood a small café, its windows glowing amber against the chill of Christmas Eve. Inside, warm laughter and the clink of mugs blended softly with the smell…