Rushing to his wedding, he bought flowers from a little girl by the roadside…

Suddenly, he noticed a piece of paper folded several times inside. Probably some trash got in there, he thought, pulling out the paper. No, it wasn’t trash.

The notebook paper had been deliberately folded and placed in the bouquet. The groom unfolded his find. Thank you for buying.

You will save me from the orphanage. Samantha. A chill ran down Paul’s spine, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

He knew all too well what an orphanage was like. As a child, he had spent several years in one until he was adopted by the gills. Paul’s parents had died in a plane crash when he was about four years old.

He remembered how every Christmas the children wrote letters to Santa, asking for kind and loving parents who would love them more than anything, kiss them good night, read them stories, and sing lullabies. Paul wanted that too. He folded his letters the same way and hung them on the tree.

The caregivers helped the kids make special boxes to send their letters to Santa Claus. One autumn day, Paul Webster’s dream came true. He was called to the orphanage director’s office, where Angela and Christopher Gill were waiting for him.

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