Amber ended up coming back day after day. Every time I woke up in the morning, I walked down the stairs to find her sitting with more kids, listening to their pointless stories as they all ate. She would help people get to their rooms, cut food, make food, and read stories to the little ones at night. Amber seemed to always be doing something when she was here. There was only one time I saw her fall asleep on one of the love seats. It was that one time I put a blanket over her gently, so she wouldn't get chilled during the night. That was the only kind act I had towards her, and she never knew.
We never talked much. Just a simple 'hello' or 'what's up?'. Nothing too special or enough to make a conversation. And really I didn't want to talk with her. There was no point. I couldn't sleep wi
