I've always thought about how I should have started out. I was supposed to be born as a rich princess and two loving parents. Instead, I have one loving mother and enough money to get by.
My mom was never rich. In fact, she lived in a very poor neighborhood that was also very dangerous. Now, it's even more dangerous and we both live here.
It's surprisingly easy to complain. Why don't I mention some good things about this place? We have grown fairly close with a few of our neighbors and even call some "family friends." We also have a huge backyard to run around and play in with our dogs!
The point is that I don't care how I came, as long as I get to leave in peace.