12/24/2025
“Don’t cry, mister. You can borrow my mom.”—Said the Little Boy to the CEO Sitting Alone at the Park
The snow fell in lazy, patient spirals, like thoughts drifting down and settling where they pleased. It was the week before Christmas, the city decked in its annual theatricality — strings of lights haloed every shopfront, carols rearranged into playlists for endless consumption, wreaths leaned toward shop windows as if in supplication. But none of that reached the patch of park by the frozen lake. There, the benches kept their ancient vigil, the trees wore white capes, and the world spoke in soft, exhaled breaths...See more👉😍
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