The Little Boy Who Asked for Bread, And the CEO Dad Who Remembered What Hunger Felt Like
The snow had been falling since early morning, turning Manhattan into something softer, quieter, almost forgiving. On Christmas Eve, Madison Avenue looked less like a financial artery and more like a postcard—streetlights glowing through white drifts, storefront windows filled with warmth. Thomas Bennett moved briskly through it all, holding his four-year-old daughter Lily snug against…