A homeless woman stole me when I was a baby, and my life turned into a whirlwind of uncertainty from the very start. I don’t remember the details, but the stories I’ve heard paint a vivid picture of a desperate woman who saw me as a chance for a new beginning. For years, I lived in the shadows, moving from place to place, surrounded by the chaotic energy of city streets and the harsh reality of survival. She loved me in her own way, teaching me how to navigate a world that felt both frightening and exhilarating. But as I grew older, I began to sense that something was off—that I belonged to a life and a family I had never known. The questions of identity and belonging haunted me, and I found myself yearning for answers and a sense of stability. Eventually, my journey led me to seek the truth, unraveling the threads of my past and discovering not just who I was, but who I wanted to become.