My family never had good luck and ended up in caskets until it was just me and my father. Dad turned to drugs after my mom's death and even though he was an addict, he still made sure I was protected and loved. Until he gave me away to people he owed money. The day my loving father stopped watching over me. The main guy in charge didn't know of the "transaction" until I arrived. So who's to blame? The guy that "bought" me or my druggie father that gave me up?