To that he laughed as he rinsed the rag out and switched legs. “Do you think one woman could breed this much? You must have no concept of the world at all. No a lot of them, their parents could not afford another mouth to feed so they were turned out, or they were abandoned at birth, beaten, bruised, street children who would have picked up the trade of crime. You would be surprised how warm food, clothes and a safe place to sleep can change the mind of a child. It gives them hope. Usually the ones that are too broken do not come to my mothers arms.” He gently set the foot down back into the tub. “I need you to turn around and come closer so that I can wash the rest of you.”