It was another time when a kid was brought to the camp by Dutch. Almost everyone got used to him, founding kids and taking care of them, but not alone of course. Hosea was always there, ready to help with this task. He felt responsible, but when you're getting older, you need more help.

Hosea knew where to go when he needed a hand. You were always there for him, ready to help with the smallest tasks. This time, it was a big thing though. He couldn't handle that kid so well.

"Hey...you doin' alright? I...need some help with that new kiddo that Dutch brought here. Just for a moment. I want to give him a book to read" Hosea explained, putting his hand on your shoulder. That touch felt comforting.