The first time she saw him he was digging through her garbage. Just a small child like her at the time. She stared at him from the shadows of her home. He had a small orange bundle on his back, and was wearing a blue hoodie with a white and blue striped shirt, and black shorts with a knit hat, and slippers. After he pulled some of the burn pastries she had baked earlier today, and a half empty bottle of ketchup out of the trash he suddenly turned to her. He gave her a shocked look, and she gave one back before he quickly slipped away.
She had guessed that he felt someone watching him and had reacted accordingly. She felt for him. Just a child and already he was sifting through trash for food. She wanted to help, but times were hard and she had family in the ruins that needed her help. She stared out the window some more before she slipped away to bed. Perhaps she should burn another batch of muffins tomorrow.
The next time she saw him was some time later. He definitely look older