Guests ignore a man in a wheelchair—until a little girl in a scarlet dress steps forward and changes everything in seconds

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She was small — four, maybe five — with dark braids and a red dress that was clearly her best thing, worn with the full knowledge that it was her best thing. She regarded him with bright, unguarded curiosity and not a trace of the awkwardness that adults brought to this moment.

“Hello,” he said.

“You have the most beautiful suit,” she told him, continue reading …