I sat alone in the rain, I hadn't eaten in weeks. I looked like I was all skin and bones. The only thing that was clothing me was a baggy sweater filled with holes from the rats that sat next to me. And a pair of loose fitting sweatpants, also filled with holes from the rats that roamed around here.

I was alone in a sad cardboard box for a home. I don't know how I got here.... Ah... Yes. My mother kicked me out when I was four, with no one to feed me or care for me. I looked to stealing food for my survival, which led to brutal beatings by the bakery shop owner, but now he just gives me food out of pity.

There was always this one man, he always had his hair back, a few loose curls in front of his face from time to time, he'd always look down at me with disgust, but there was something else in his eyes, I couldn't tell what it was. I never really knew if he looked at me with disgust or not, it's all confusing to me. Emotions? I don't know what they are.

He would always walk into the bakery I live in a cardboard box behind, whenever he walked out he would be holding a box of something sweet, I could always smell strawberries.

Not that I know what they look like. Are they blue? Are they purple? Perhaps green? I don't know if they taste sweet or bitter... It's all confusing.

II heard the bakery bell jingle. He must've walked in again. I glanced back at him, in the pouring rain, he had an umbrella? What is that? It looks like a spider... What is he carrying? The thing in his hand looked almost foreign. I'd never seen something like that before. He was wearing a nice gray suit, without the...what's it called? .... The jacket. He wasn't wearing the jacket.

A few moments later of me just sitting on the bakery corner, in the pouring rain, it started to snow. Oh... Snow? Why isn't it cold? What does it even mean to be cold? I could hear them talking inside. The man with the blonde pushed back hair and suit. I felt the heater turn on. I didn't flinch, not even move.

A few people walked by me, looking down at me, some threw coins at e out of pity. I looked at the quarter and nickel. What in the world is that? I moved my slender fingers to pick it up, until the woman who had thrown it at me, kicked it and laughed, walking away. Why did she kick it? Why did she give it to me?

I heard the bakery's doorbell jingle again, the tall man's footsteps I could hear crunching in the snow towards me. I looked up at him.

"Aren't you cold?" He had an Italian accent, I tilted my head and spoke quietly, which I didn't really know how to speak. "Cod...?" He looked down at me and tilted my head up. "No, no. Cold." Did he want me to repeat his words? I guess I'll try.

"Cold...?" I said softly, he smiled softly and nodded. He kneeled down next to me, holding his box, in which I presumed another sweet? "Are you cold?" He asked me, once again in his Italian accent.

I looked at him, I looked totally dazed. "Hut is cod?" I said softly, mispronouncing the words. "Do you not know how to speak?" He asked softly, his hand on my light red hair. I nodded softly.

He sighed. "Well..." He looked like he was at a loss of words. He looks confused? What is confused?

"You know who I am?" He said softly, I shook my head like a small kitten. He chuckled softly. "I'm a Mafia boss, do you know what that is?" He put his hand back on my chin, rubbing it softly. I shook my head.

"Well, a Mafia boss is a person, man or woman, who deals with evil guys." He smiled softly. I nodded. "Can you say, Mafia for me?" I nodded softly as he asked his question.

"Maia..." I mispronounced again. "No, no. Ma-fi-a." He said slower, in his Italian accent. "Mafia..." I said softly, looking up at him again. He smiled and nodded.

"I'm going to tell you something, ok?' He continued rubbing my chin, I nodded.

"How would you feel if I brought you home with me?"

"How would you feel if I adopted you?" I tilted my head, not exactly knowing what that meant.

"You don't know what I mean?" He asked softly. I nodded my head. "It means... I'm going to take care of you, feed you, and clean you, do you like how that sounds?" He smiled, he has a nice smile. I nodded softly. He smiled, and picked me up suddenly by the hips, and brought me close to his chest, holding me up like a baby. I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Not used to being carried like this?" He chuckled softly. I nodded. "You're going to have to get used to it, I'll be carrying you like this until you're used to it." He put one arm on my back, and one hand under my butt to hold me up. He started to walk.

I continued looking up at him, my eyes relaxing slightly. "You like being carried like this?" He said softly. I nodded softly and rested my head onto his muscular chest. He chuckled softly.

He began walking towards a black car, he opened the back seat, and set me down, he sat down beside me, he tapped on the driver's seat, signaling him to drive. He smiled at me and picked me up by the waist, and put me on his knee, to make like I was straddling him. I looked up at him.

"I'm giving you a bath when we get home, ok?" He spoke in his Italian accent, I nodded softly. He smiled and started to rub my head.

A long moments later, we got to a big mansion, it was white, and built with brick. The driver unlocked the car doors. He wrapped his arms around my slender body, and got out of the car. He carried me inside, his muscular arms once again going under my butt to hoist me up. "Hold on, ok?" He smiled softly, I nodded. He began walking inside the mansion, he made his way up a carpet staircase, up to the bathroom.

He sat me down next to the bathtub, which was white and wide. He started running the water, rolling up his shirt's sleeves, showing his muscular forearms. I looked at him. "I'm going to take your clothes off, ok?" I nodded softly as he smiled. He moved his hands to my sweater, he took it off, his eyes wondering over my body slender appearance, he moved his hands to my loose sweatpants and pulled them off, a long with my underwear. He looked up at me, smiled, picked me up by the waist and set me in the warm water.

"Does it feel nice?' He smiled. Grabbing a bottle of soap, shampoo, and conditioner. I looked up at him, not knowing how to answer. He smiled and poured some water on my head, then applied the shampoo. He started scrubbing gently. My cheeks were rosy from the warm water, I looked up at him, I kept my eyes opened as he washed my hair.

Awhile later:

His hands were wet from the water, he smiled. And picked me up by the waist. And took me out of the water. He sat me down on a towel. "Do you want to dry off by yourself?" He looked down at me, his voice gentle. I shook my head. He smiled.

"Ok, I'll do it for you." He grabbed a gray towel. I could smell my scent, I smelled...strawberries. He smiled gently and started to dry me off gently, he had dried everything off. He smiled gently.

"Here, let me get you some clothes." He picked me up while I was nude and carried me to his bedroom. He sat me one his king-sized bed and went to his closet. Likewise, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater, clean, with no holes.

He walked over to me. "Lift your arms." He said softly. I lifted my arms. He put the sweater on me gently. "Lift your legs." I lifted my legs, he gently put sweatpants on me.

He picked me up again, and carried me downstairs to the living room, where there was a dining room.

"W-what do you want to eat?" He smiled and looked down at me, I looked up at him and tilted my head. "Hm? Do you not know any foods?" He asked softly and hoisted me up softly. "I don't..." I said softly. He chuckled. "Well, I'll just tell the chef to make Alfredo, ok?" I nodded my head, not really knowing what it was.

He sat me down on the big couch in the living room, and sat me down on his knee. "Ok...I'm gonna teach you some words, ok?"