An Old Man Sat Alone at the Same Park Bench Every Day Until a Little Girl Handed Him a Familiar Jacket – Story of the Day
Every day, I sat on the same park bench, pretending I was just another old man passing time. In truth, I was waiting for something I’d lost long ago. My routine never changed — oatmeal with carrots, Sinatra on the record player, and a slow walk to the park. People thought I was just lonely,…