One foggy December night, with Christmas only a day away, the bakery’s main supply truck broke down. The orphanage on the edge of town was set to receive nothing but stale bread for their holiday feast.

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Suddenly, a crate of fine granulated sugar slid in the back, threatening to break. Tim had to stop, quickly bracing it with his own body, shivering in the cold. But he didn't stop for long.