A millionaire sat waiting for his flight when he glanced to his side… and couldn’t believe his eyes.

A tiny hand, sticky with caramel and chocolate smeared across her fingers, grasped Roberto de la Cruz’s trousers with surprising force. Sitting in the airport’s waiting area, his frown deepened as he glanced at his watch, his patience growing thin. He hated airports. He hated waiting. And most of all, he hated anyone who dared invade the space he had come to protect as his own.

He glanced down, preparing to offer a polite but firm reprimand… and lost his breath.

The owner of that little hand was a girl no older than three. Her round cheeks and red coat, covered in fluff, made her seem almost angelic. A beige hat with cat ears hung low over her eyes, and she smiled as though the world itself were a joke, as if the man in the dark suit with the stern demeanor were just another adult to ask for a favor.

Continue reading…