Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I lived in my car, worked in the local book store, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn't really help my case. It was all going to hell, until I met them, I've met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm, and all. Contains ddlg, mdlg. You've been warned. Written by me and @luna96 Apologies for any misspelling and grammar msitakes.