At home, Jacob saw his mother carrying some things. He ran to his mother's side and helped his mom.
"What's inside this?" He asked.
"Just a bunch of our old clothes and blankets that I want to throw away," his mother replied.
Curious if the things inside were still of any use, he put the box and opened it. There were still good clothes and blankets. "Mind if I have 'em?"
"No, not at all. Just don't get them back here," His mother wavered off and went back up the stairs.
Jacob took the box to his car. He drove to the street where he first found Merida. It was always quiet at that part of the street. There, he took out the box and walk towards where a bunch of children were sleeping with only folded boxes to keep them warm.
"Jacob!" One of the children yells that caught the others atte
