It was the dead of winter the wind was blowing ferociously, I sat on that park for who knows how long, at the age of eleven years old I had been living on the streets for three years. But I never felt so hungry or cold.
I had been thrown out on the streets after my old home had been burned down killing my parents. I had no other place to go, the orphanage was full. So I was kicked out into the streets to die.
I spotted a house through the swirling snow, slowly I clambered up and staggered across the street. I knocked on the door hoping and praying that someone was home. A large man had an over grown beard and had a large beer belly with a beer in his hand opened the door, he frightened me so I turned and ran as fast as I could. I ran three blocks straight, I walked up to another door and knocked I saw a light then collapsed.
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I look down at the little girl laying on my porch unmoving I kneel and feel for a pulse. I feel it there though just barley and weak. I pick her up and carry her into the warm house grabbing a large blanket from the side closet. I shake out the blanket and wrap it around her if I wasn't still holding her in my arms trying to warm her up it would easily wrap around her two or three times.
I sweep the dirty curly carmel colored hair out of her face and see a scar running from her hair line and into her eyebrow and down her eyelid it didn't look new. After about an hour could I no longer feel the shivering coming from her body and her cheek felt warm. I stand up and turn back towards the couch and lay her down I then go to my bedroom thankful for once that I live by myself.
I wake up to find her still peacefully asleep. I let myself take in her features everything from the hollow but now rosy cheeks to the dingy torn clothes that are no longer covered by the plush blanket. Slowly I see her stir. Opening her eyes I see her take in the room around her and panick.
"Where am I?" I hear her whisper. I see her finally take me in. "Who are you?"
"I brought you into my house after you collapsed on my front porch, who I am does not concern you and you do not need to know. There are somethings that little girls do not need to know and that is one of them, you may find out later on, but there is a time and place for that but that is neither here nor now. All you need to know that you are safe and will not be harmed here. Now is there anyone that you can call to come and get you?"
"No I have no one can I stay here for a while?"
"I am sorry little one but you can not stay here." I say very sorry.
"Please, I have nowhere else to go I just want a place to stay for the rest of the day. I will leave by the time you get home from work tonight. I promise."
"No I am sorry but you cannot stay here as I am an author and need peace and quite to work..." I look into the pittiful eyes she is giving me and hear myself say, "Okay you can stay if, and only if you are quiet and so not disturb me unless it is an absolute emergency."
"Okay I will be good and stay out of your way." She says innocently, and runs off to explore the small flat that I live in, I walk back to my bedroom and sit down at the heavy old typewriter at my desk and start to resume composing the story of the little boy in my head that had come to me yesterday after the bus had gotten delayed on the way home.
