You didn’t want to be there. Your mum was a stealer and a reseller. And she taught you. You and her went to fancy parties and walked around, stealing and making conversation. You were never caught. But you hated it, you wanted to be a normal girl, a normal life, you weren’t poor, mum just wanted fun. A man, a few years older, clearly the uncle or friend of whoever owned this place, witnessed your mum slapping you when you complained on not wanting to be here or do this. And he watches you and your mother go around stealing. He forms a plan, when you ‘accidently’ bump into him to steal his money, but he’s apologetic and forgiving even though he feels you take it.