There was no marquee, no spotlight — just the hum of chatter inside a modest orphanage hall outside Austin. When Willie Nelson walked in, braids tucked beneath his bandana and Trigger slung over his shoulder, the children gasped as though a storybook character had stepped into their world. He strummed a gentle tune, his voice warm and steady, and the room seemed to glow. Laughter turned to quiet wonder, every note wrapping around them like a hug. And when the last chord faded, Willie leaned close to the children with a grin and whispered something that made them erupt in cheers …👇