I was sitting in a plain interrogation room in the police station. Let's say it's not the first time. Officer Raymond gave me a stern look as I relaxed in the metal chair. Considering how many times I've been back, we were practically best friends.

"You're still stealing? I thought you would've grown out of that by now." It's not like I had a choice. My mom would always spend the money we made to buy drugs and alcohol so I had to steal food. I tried to make enough money but it's no use.