Jerry
...because he was sitting on the curb crying. Getting out of the car, I asked him what was wrong. "My momma just went an' died, an' now I'm all alone," he replied with a sniffle. I asked him if he would like to stay with me for a while, while I was in town. "Shore," he said, "my name's Jerry, what's yours?" "My name's Steve ," I said. We got in my Ford, and started towards a hotel. While we were in the car, I gave Jerry a long look. He looked to be a child of about 8, with brown hair, and deep blue eyes. He had a small build, making him look younger that he probably was. I asked him if he was hungry, and he gave me a look that plainly said, "I can take care of myself." I backed off, and we soon found the hotel. Jerry and I stepped out of my car, and entered the hotel. When we got into my room, I sat down and gave Jerry a quick talk. "Jerry?" I tentatively began, "When I leave, I'm going to bring you to the orphanage." "It's the best I can do for you Jerry, but know that you can't survive on the streets." Jerry looked at me then slowly nodded. We went to be...