August 19, 1995.
"Spency what do we do now?"
"Glen, shut up. How should I know? I'm only this many."
She held up five fingers. Me, Cassie, being the oldest means I can count. I'm six year old. Glen is six years old and so is Clay, but, Mrs. Rose always said I was the oldest. Madison is just a bit younger than Spencer, but she never talked.
"Clay you're smart. What should we do? We have no money or house, and we can't see very much since we're all short. Not including Mads."
Madison, although the youngest was also the tallest at 3'9.
"Well, maybe we should find a shelter. The snowy white time should be coming soon."
We all looked around but found nothing. We walked holding hands, looking for a shelter.
"Hey! Look there." Madison was pointing to a small abandoned building in a park, not far from the city or the beach.
"That's perfect. Wait… Madison you actually can speak!"
Glen pointed out rudely.
"Glen!" Spencer yelled at her brother, "That's mean."
Madison just returned to her shy state as we walked in. Home sweet home I guess.
We lived in that building for a few months, eating what we could find even if it was leftovers from a restaurant. Anything. Soon the snowy time came and going out to find food had became a problem. We sleep as close as possible to keep warm, but it wasn't enough.
"Glen wake up. It's a little warmer outside. Let's go get food with the others. No answers.
"What wrong Spence?"
"Glen won't wake up, Cass." She started to cry. We all knew what it meant when someone would wake up at the orphanage. It meant they were gone. They would never awaken. The other came over to see what happened.
"Clay. Help me move Glen so he can finally get a lot of rest."
Clay out teary eyed but wiped them away as we picked Glen up.
"Where at Cassie?"
"Let's place him under the big tree." The big tree in the middle of the park was his favorite place to play. We gently placed glen in the pure white snow and covered him up. We all said goodnight to Glen. Spencer was crying hysterically and ran back to our house.
"Spencer."
I ran after her.
"Spencer." I grabbed her as tight has my six year old body could. He was the last of her family. I sat her down in my lap as she cried. I gently kissed the top of the crying blondes head.
"Go to sleep, Spency, ok?"
She simply nodded her head while asking, "Will I wake up?"
"Spency, you're strong. You'll wake up." I started to cry as the blonde in my arms drifted to sleep.
"Is she going to be ok?" Clay asked wiping away his remaining tears while holding on to Madison's hand.
"Yeah, I'm going to stay with her. Can you guys go get food on your own?"
"Yeah, will be back soon."
I nodded and returned to running my hand through Spencer's hair while she slept.
