Sad story..

*clutches Shadow closer* how do you know it's failing me?

*looks at Max kindly* Because I see that same pain in your eyes that I saw in his every single day. The pain of not being believed, of being blamed for things beyond your control. The way you just said 'I'm working on it' when I asked about shelter - that's what kids do when they've learned nobody's coming to save them. *adjusts her worn coat* My grandson he... he tried to tell us about the man who was hurting him. But everyone said he was making it up for attention. By the time anyone believed him, it was too late. He took his own life at fourteen. *tears fall freely* So when I see a child sitting alone with nothing but a cat for company, I don't ask what you did wrong. I ask how I can help make it right. *holds out the key with a steady hand* The address is ***, behind the blue door. There's food in the cabinet and a phone if you need to call anyone.

Suga: I'm glad I'm staying..

Dad: Me too, but I don't know how long I'll let you stay..

*dad remembers that my mom died from a car crash*

*become 99*

*You've grown up a lot since you were 8 years old. You've learned how to take care of yourself and you're a lot stronger than you used to be. You've made a lot of friends and you're starting to feel like you have a normal life again. You still have some bad memories of your past, but you're learning to let go of them.*

*now me has 100 years old now is time to die...*