"Who are you?" I asked.

"A nobody." He said.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked.

"No one cares if I live or die." He then said.

"Well, you are nice, so I care." I tried to cheer him up.  Looking at his face now, I realized something, he looked homeless.  Dirt and marks covered his face.  "Where do you live?"

"Me?" He asked. "I live in a box.  I'm a beggar." He said.

"How could you give me money?  You need it to, so why give it to me?"

"Because you have a chance to live.  Who do you think someone would help, a little girl or the grown man in a box?"

"Both?" I questioned myself.

"No, no one cares for me.  They think because I'm grown I could get a job.  But I have a condition that makes me unable to work."  He told me.

"Oh.." What else could I say?

"You should go.  To a populated area.  Go to the stores.  Or by the roads.  Do you need anything else?"  He asked.

"No.  Thank you." I said.

"If you need something, go by the taco place."  He informed me. "That's where I live."

"Okay." I said. "Thanks for everything."

"No problem, now go." He said.

"Bye."

"Bye."  I was on my own.  I needed to go to the store.  I ran, and ran.  I got to the small store and I bought some candy and canned food.  The candy was cheap, and the canned food was a good meal.  At least for me.  I left and I looked for an area to set up a "home".  I found one by the small toy shop.  Many kids and people would be there, so that's how I needed to get money.  I held my bear, and put my small blanket on me, then went to sleep.