Mark wandered the streets today. He was ten today. It had been about three years since he appeared into this new town he called home. He tried his hardest to be friendly to anyone he met, but it seems like people don't like kindness. The only people who appreciated it were the elderly people he helped. They were always so nice to him. They taught him so much. How to cook, how to sew, and even how to clean his clothes. He always enjoyed being with them, it made him feel….human. He had a box of discarded fabrics with him today, and he couldn’t wait to make new clothes when he got home. When he saw the old building he called home, a large grin grew across his face. “Gonna make some new clothes Mark?” Darla asked. She was his neighbor...in ways. She was a sweet old black lady. She was like a granny to Mark, always smiling when he was around. She owned a small stand next to the building. Mark smiled. “Yes ma’am.” She smiled “Such a nice boy. Well, don’t hurt yourself, you hear.” “Yes ma’am.” Mark waved and went to open the front door, only….it was open. He pushed the door open slowly and saw a trail of small footprints leading into his bedroom. He set the box down and closed the door slowly. He listened closely and heard soft and quiet cries. He walked down the hall slowly. “H...hello. Is someone there?” He asks quietly. He heard a small gasp and….silence. He wandered into his bedroom and saw the footprints leading into the bathroom. He peered into the bathroom and saw a little girl. She looked to be no more older than six. She was wearing tattered rags and had a large gash in her head. Mark gasped and she looked up at him, scared. “W..what happened?” He asked. When she didn’t answer, he started to pull out all the antibiotics and bandages he had. “Do you want me to help you?” She nodded her head shyly. Mark gave her a soft smile and started cleaning her wound slowly and gentle. When most of the blood was gone he took a Q-tip and slowly coated her cut with antibiotics. When everything seemed ok, he wrapped her head with a bandage and smiled “There, you should be ok for a while.” She hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Pwease don't make me weave! It's scawy out there!” Mark giggle at the way she spoke, but he couldn't let such a small child out there, so he smiled. “Don't worry, you can stay here with me. I’ll be like your big brother.” Her head perked up with a big bright smile. Mark couldn't help but smile back. “What's your name little girl?” “S...Sarah.” “Well, Sarah, welcome to your new home!” Mark picked her up and set her on his hip as he gave her a small tour. He didn't know where she was going to sleep, but he did know he needed to make a new bed for his new friend.