I later learned that my adopter was called Bubblegum11.
She treated me to a slice of pizza.
Then she asked if I wanted to get some warm clothes.
“Yes, please!” I exclaimed.
So we walked out of the pizza parlor and to the gift shop.
When we were walking by the snow forts, Bubblegum11 disappeared.
I was alone again.
I was freezing again.
I was scared again.
I was crying again.
I was angry again.
I ran into the town to see if she was there.
I looked in the gift shop.
Maybe she was in the coffee shop.
When I looked, she wasn’t there, but I saw something that solved my problems.
A job loading coffee beans out of a deliverey truck.
I’ll show you, Bubblegum11. I don’t need you. I thought.