It’s been a week and five days since I decided to allow my instincts to guide me and follow a strange man, Troy, home and I do not regret it.
Troy might look younger than he actually was, and he might act like a five year old with his tantrums and stomping around when he did not get his way, but he was a good man; he treated me like his sister and friend.
After that first night, he let me sleep on his bed while he slept on the three seater couch. I tried to make him sleep in his bed because I could not come into his house and snatch his bed, but he refused. He told me he knew that I needed to lay on something soft after days in the woods.
His careful consideration brought tears to my eyes. This stranger treated me the first day he met me better than I’ve been treated by my own people a
