There was a sort of gentle happiness that Blaire hadn’t realized she had been missing. She was always content to clean the home that her and her father had kept together but she didn’t realize that having, what could they be called? Friends? could be something so warm, so inviting. She was enjoying playing with the girl called Sophie; it was the first time in her life that she valued another’s presence other than her father’s.

“It’s a duck” the girl had said which caused Blaire to look at the crude thing made of metal. At first glance she had to admit, she had no idea what that thing was really, even being told it was a duck, but she squinted her eyes a bit and tilted her head to the side, “A duck” she agreed finally, “Does your ducky fly” she made a little effort of pretending to fly.

When the white haired boy began wolfing down the sandwiches as fast as he could she knew that Sophie found the situation rather awing but not Blaire. She remembered more than one night her father hadn’t made enough to bring food home, it was rare these days but she could still recognize that hungry look in someone’s eyes. She did however make her way forward and took a sandwich herself. Watching the boy eat she felt a smile play her lips and she waited. When he was done eating she was going to pull him over to play with them, and that was that.