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Emily Monroe
Stiles decided to buy the painting from me and I in turn donated the money to charity.
He was moved and touched by my move that he insisted I followed him to a particular orphanage out of town.
This surprised me since I didn’t peg him to be the kind of rich man who went to visit poor orphan children big nevertheless, I canceled my plans and meetings for the day to go with him.
After hours of driving, we finally arrived the beautiful built orphanage which was named Saint Mary’s Orhpanage.
The name was weird but unique.
“Ready?” Stiles asked nervously.
I looked at him in a funny way, wondering what on earth was he nervous about as I nodded my head.
He led me inside and immediately a hoard of children ran to him, wrapping their tiny hands around his leg as they call
