Hosea smiled and tucked your small body into his cot, making sure that you were snug and warm for the chilly winter night to come. "Alright, there you are. What book do you want to read tonight" he said, giving you a smile and pulling out a box of books from its tucked space.

Most of the stories were nursery rhymes and children's riddles, but they're all he had for a kid your age.

Hosea ran a hand through his graying hair, leaning back in the rocking chair; he was getting too old for this.