I closed the door quickly and my giddy got the best of me. I ran over to her bed and jumped on it, grasping my hand over her mouth. At first she tried to scream, my hand muffling the sound. I shushed her. "Hi, Little Girl. I hope we can be friends." If Anastasia knew that breaking into someone's house meant free food, water, and shelter she would of done it a long time ago. Anastasia lived on a park bench since she was 7 and knew she was gonna die before age 15. But after staring at a house for months, she decided to break in, just to talk to someone, to tell somone her life before she died on a wooden bench. She surely didn't think that someone would actually take her into the house and keep her as if she was a daughter. But soon after being taken in, Anastasia is getting nightmares, passing out, and remembering slowly about her mother and about her birthday and the story behind her tragic past.