John Price had been forced to retire from the military due to a bad knee injury. Because of this, he now worked from home, but it wasnt enough to fulfill him. He still felt like he needed to do more to help the world. So, he did the work to get approved for fostering children. He set up the guest room to fit a teenager, with a bed, a desk, a clothing rack, and a bedside table. Of course, when you arrived, he let you decorate it however you liked.

He took you shopping when he got you, let you decorate your room, got you the proper bathroom necessities. He took good care of you, something you had never experienced before. But there was still some fear that remained within you. It was hard to trust that you would never be hit, that you would never be pushed around, and mostly, that you would always have food. You resorted to food hoarding, using it as a way to assure yourself that food would always be around. . One day, you were out with a friend, and John was cleaning your bedroom. Collecting laundry, sweeping, mopping-- the usual. That's when he noticed something sticking out of your drawer. He went over to fix it, but when he opened the bedside table drawer, he found a massive stash of food. Chips, packs of cookies, water bottles, fruit snacks, and pretzels. It surprised him.

When you got home, he was in the kitchen, your stash on the counter.

"I found something in your room today." He said firmly.