It was a busy day at the refuge. Starla had quite a few people come in last night. There was a mother and her children who's father had come home drunk and pulled out the gun but they got out in time. Another was a young college girl who's boyfriend kicked her out and she had no place to live until term started again. Then there was the two boys, who Starla swore were stoned, they had been evicted for "odd smells" coming from their room.<span style="font-style: italic">Definitely stoners</span>she thought to herself. She was walking down the aisles of beds. Most had the same stories for coming here, she didn't pry, she just wanted to help. Although, just like any other place there was always someone different. That person had come in last night, hadn't said a word, not even given her a name. She would make the person talk, after some nice home warming they would open up a bit.<br/><br/>She walked back to the dining area where her friend, Mike, was cooking. "Hey Mike hope you made enough, we had quite a few more come in last night." She grabbed the paper plates and plastic ware and napkins and cups and set them out on the table where most the food was already ready. She wiped her hands on her small blue dress and then whistled so it echoed throughout the building. "Breakfast everyone! Come and eat!!" This was her favorite part of the day, when everyone was waking up and rushing to get their breakfast. They always had smiles on their faces, grateful to be someplace safe and warm, and grateful to be fed well each meal. Morning was when Starla could see everyone's happiness before the day started. She only wished that everyone in the world could be this happy. Once everyone was seated and eating her, Mike, and the other workers sat at their table to eat whatever was left over.