For the love or Mary

antique structure had become outworn and so old that the thick brown of the wooden bookshelf, table and chair had started

yone else's face. However, the Director of Caminante children's home, Mr. Stewart- who was a round built man with receding hairline of his short grey hair reaching the middle

hildren's management schedule hadn't changed, leaving the cost to be greater than their income and subsequently, their savings as well. The clothing, food and other resources cost sums of expenses

volunteers now. Ever since the founder of the previously glorious children home had died and the inheritors had long forfeited this property, Mr. Stewart, being a folk of good heart couldn't bare seeing the children being sent to the streets to fend for themselves once again and decided to obtain the rig

to the thoughts of providing for these homeless and helpless children. They suffered the storm together and enjoyed the sunshine shone on them by well-wishers and gooddoers the same till this mom

th the aim to reduce costs for the next few days till donations flowed again, hopefully. He w

the home concerned about the budget and welfare of the children. He reached to grab the pile of letters received that he'd picked up from the mailbox just t

basically, a home to place all their kids catering and responsibilities on and run away from afterwards. Although he wouldn't mind helping such kids, he knew not to take more than he can cater for since it could result in a very dangerous outcome that may involve the future of the children. Therefore, he ignored all the irrelevant letters full of proposals that he wouldn't accept and continued to open either the fifth or sixth letter. Mr Stewart onl

is head moved from side to side as he phrased through the letter and a short while after, a small impe

about the survival of the home but little did he know that such a miracle awaited him, literally just a few inches away on his very table. He hurriedly packed the letter and a f