She smiled, "seems we really do have stuff in common," she said. She took a moment of silence, gathering her thoughts. "My mother sold me off. For three bags of heroin. When I was three. We were living on the streets and...she, according to the guy who took me in, never really liked me. So it didn't really bother her to...just sell me off for the stuff she loves. I hear that she use to be a prostitute and thats how I was conceived. Don't even have a name for my father. One thing we don't have in common, I wasn't born out of love."