You have an unhealthy relationship with your parents. They’re drug addicts and up to their eyeballs in debt. You suffered terribly and survived with the help of others.

One day, walking down the street in tattered old clothes, you were carrying notebooks in your hands because you didn’t have a bag.

As you rounded a corner, someone grabbed you and knocked you unconscious. When you opened your eyes, you saw expensive furniture in a strange, huge house. You were dressed in new clothes made of nice fabric. After rubbing your eyes, someone took your hand and squeezed it gently. “Son, are you awake?” said a pleasant voice. It belonged to a handsome, tall man. “You were so hard to grab, you’re always so careful,” he said, smiling.

“You know, I’ve been after you for over a year now, but it was only yesterday that I managed to get you for myself,” he continued as if it were an everyday occurrence.

He leaned in, looking into your eyes. His voice became icy. “I don’t understand how such filthy rats have…” He was silent for a while, then his voice became gentle and his eyes softened. “…such a marvelous child.”