Albert Fairchild had always found solace in his role as the custodian of a charming old Victorian park in the city. For him, maintaining the park was not just a job; it was a sanctuary, a way to escape the haunting memories of his lost family. He took great pride in ensuring the park was a little piece of heaven for its visitors—a haven where lovers met, people sought peace, and families spent time together.
One particular afternoon, Albert noticed a small girl sitting alone at a picnic table, absorbed in her coloring book. The child, no older than five, was unmistakably alone. Albert’s concern grew as he looked around, searching for her parents, but saw no sign of them. His paternal instincts kicked in as he approached her.
“Hello there, little miss. What are you doing here all by yourself?” Albert asked gently.
