I sat cross legged on the floor opposite Jenny, she smiled at me as I panicked about what to say.
"So what was your life like before you came here?" She asked. I think back to my days on the street.
"I travelled alot." I said embarressed.
"Where did you live?" she asked.
"The street mostly." I don't make eye contact with her.
"With your parents?" She asked shocked.
"No, my mother died a few years ago and I never knew my father." I knew I was making her uncomfortable so I changed the subject.
"Anyway, what's all this talk of paintings and stuff?"