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«Han Solo»

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Requested by: preciousfreeman321

« It is winter time, and you find a young boy, who is dying of starvation, and exhaustion. You, the reader, find him, and you let him stay with you as long as he wants.»

It was winter time and I was walking through the woods to get to my home. But something caught my eye, a young boy shivering, all bunched up in a small, worn out blanket. I quickly walked over to him, and he was asleep, I gently touched his shoulder, and he opened his eyes quickly,

"Please, don't kill me!" He shouts, and takes in his surroundings.

I chuckled, "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm wondering how come you're asleep in the woods, in the middle of winter."

He looks at me, then turns over, "Just go away, lady. I can take care of myself."

Then I mentally slapped myself, He's homeless. Duh. Why  else would he be sleeping in the woods?

"Come with me." I say, and he looks at me, I turned on my flashlight, and his eyes were red, his cheeks a deep pink color, and I could hear his stomach growling.

He didn't answer, he stood up, but soon fell back down, and he passed out.

"Kid? Hey kid? Wake up!" I say, and he doesn't flinch.

So I did what I had to do. I picked him up, and carried him to my house, instantly my 'mom' instincts kicked in. I did have children, but my family died in a  fire a few years ago, and I was the only one who survived.

I placed the boy on a bed in the guest bedroom, and lit the fire place that was in there. I quickly went to the hall closet and got as many blankets as I could find, and placed them on him.

Now it was just the process of waiting for him to wake up. I grab some clothes out of a dresser that I knew would fit the young boy. He only had to be 12, and that was the same age as my son, so I knew the clothes would fit him.

After setting those out, I went to my kitchen to make some soup for him. But I also had a turkey in the oven, because I knew they boy had to be hungry.

I hear a sneeze from the other room, I poured him a glass of warm bantha milk, and walked into the room.

He looked over at me, and I smiled,
"You're awake." I say, and handed him the milk, he gladly accepted it, and drank all of it.

"What's your name, sweetie?" I asked him.

He looked hesitant to answer, but he answered, "Han. Han Solo.."

"Nice to me you, Han. I am Y/N Y/L/N." I reply, and he sits up,

"Why did you help me?" He asked.

"Because you needed help, and you reminded me of my son." I reply, and stand up. "Let's go get you cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready, and I have a new pair of clothes for you." I say, and help him out of the bed.

I take him to the bathroom, "The soap is right here, and here is a towel. If you need anything, just holler." I say, and gives me a small smile.

*30 minutes later*

Han walked out of the bathroom, with his new clothes on, and he looked so happy, and a lot cleaner. I set all of the food out on the table, and put glasses of water out on the table.

I motioned Han over to the table, and he sat down. I fixed him a plate, and he dug in right away, and I was glad that I found him when I did, or else someone would have found a body in the woods.