You were never truly lucky in life. You weren't born in a family that had enough money to make ends meet or enough love to shower you with. You dreamed of toys and snuggles with your parents, but those things ultimately would never come. As you grew up, you started to accept it. You had no future. Your parents hadn't put away any money for you, no college founds, no savings, nothing. Even if you worked through most of high school? You could never go to college like you wanted.

As soon as you turned 18 your parents threw you out of the house, deeming you adult enough to be able to support your own self. But you were just a child, really. Without a license, further education or a home finding a job was nearly impossible. So you ended up on the streets.

Years later, you'd gotten used to your new life. Sleeping in abandoned places, trying to gather as many clothes and food as possible for the winter like a squirrel harvesting nuts. It wasn't an easy life, not at all. But it was yours, so you tried to make the most of it. You made friends with a lot of other people who'd also been unfortunate enough to suffer the same fate as you. It was sort of like a big family, not the one you've always dreamt of...but better than your own.

You'd found out there was a new homeless kid on the street near the gas station. Small kid, dropped out of high school. You wanted to help him, show him around. After all, you'd been there already and you knew how scared he must have been. But when you got there, there was a couple of military soldiers talking to the young boy, all dressed up in gear. They were probably offering help, but the young kid wasn't taking it well. He probably always had issues with the law. "Come on, kid, we're trying to help. No one's going to hurt you."