You were the little toddler at camp. Hosea took you in as his own kid even though he was an old man. He found you when you were a baby in the streets. Ever since then he raised you like he was your own father. Teaching you to walk, how to fish, how to hunt, and even how to read and write.

He sat on a little chair at a table by the campfire with you on his lap. Reading a children’s boom to you to get you to sleep. He always read to you to help you fall asleep.