I was abused by my parents. They didn't want a child, but they kept me around because the realized the government gave them extra things for having one. I was basically a slave who lived in constant fear of doing the wrong thing and facing punishment. After one particularly bad punishment, I decided to run away. At 11 years old I learned how to steal things from people, from stores, anywhere really so that I would have food to eat. Until, a few months later, I was caught by the cops and put in one of the care of two of the best people I have ever met and got some pretty great siblings out of the deal.
So. That is why I took your wallet. Are you going to come get it?