They took me inside the house and turned on the light. I was happy to see light again.

Then a man came into the room. He looked at me then turned to the lady and they started talking like they were angry. Why were they angry?

The boy took my arm and dragged me into a room upstairs. I think this was his room from the way it was laid out.

And for the first time, I heard the boy's voice.

"Don't pay attention to my mom and dad downstairs. They are always mad when they talk." He said.

He looked at me then smiled. He had a pretty smile. I liked this boy. He also had long hair and lots of dots on his face. I think those are called freckles. They looked cute on his face. He was also taller than me so I had to look up when he talked.

"Hi! I'm John Laurens." He said, "Are you okay?"

I frowned, "I don't think so. I can't find my momma."

"Aww, how did you lose her?"

"I don't know. She was taken away by a big white truck that made noises and I was put into a police car. Then we go to 'hostpital' and I can't find her. Then they take me to a place with lots of kids called 'orphanage'. And then I run away to find momma and I'm here now." I said. I think that was a good enough explanation.

The boy frowned, "Oh no! That's so sad. I hope you find your mom soon."

"Me too."

There was quiet. But just for a moment.

"Hey." He said.

"Yeah?"

"Can we be friends?"

Friends? Did he just ask that?

"Y-Yeah! I'll be your friend."

He laughed and pointed at my face.

"Haha, you're face is pink! So cute!"

This made me turn pink more.

"Oops."

The mom, I think, walked into the room and sighed. Then she smiled.

"Okay, Alexander, you can stay here for a day. We will find your momma tomorrow and you'll be okay, alright?" She was bending over to my size.

"Yay! Um, where can I sleep?"

The mom hummed as she thought. Then Laurens threw his hand into the air.

"Ooh! Can he sleep in my room!? Can he sleep in my room!? Please, please, please!?"

The mom laughed, "Of course he can," Laurens 'woo'd. "I'll get you a sleeping bag then. Be right back, you two."

"Yay! I've always wanted a sleepover!" Cheered John.

I was happy to have a friend.

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-Kitty