Alex smiled down at Hope when he tugged at his hand and found it really hard to say no to Hope.  Alex knew right now taking care of Hope would be like taking care of an adolescent, but in the end he would turn into a wonderful man.  Alex lay down beside Hope and could not help but sing a soft lullaby.<br/><br/>Alex was thinking back to his childhood going through all the different homes that he had gone through.  He was thinking about the time that he had ran away from a group home and had to spend 4 nights on the streets and he had been 9 at the time.  A person would think that a nine year old would be scared to be alone, but after growing up with his mother the way he did nothing scared him.<br/><br/>Before Alex knew it he had fallen asleep snuggled up against Hope and the nightmares had began.  It was the same one he always had with him walking in and finding his mother dead on the floor and him eating scraps off the floor.  But how his mother died always changed.  This time his mother was still alive and was grasping for air calling his name.