I was born a rogue and lived a short while like a rogue. The first thing that I got is the obvious rejection and abandonment from my group. The next thing that came are the rejections and hate from living in the streets. This had always made me wonder as to how I could have lived if my parents were alive when I became aware of the world. I was not aware then that my way of living is wrong.
I thought sleeping on the street is okay and normal.
I thought that begging for little money and food is how you get what you need.
I thought then that stealing is the other way that I can get what I need.
I thought a lot of other things as normal but they were wrong.
I remember passing those days like that and was even thinking that I am just waiting for death.
