"Well... I never had to do anything like that..." Elizabeth nearly whispered, watching the mouse be dropped back on the bed. She didn't want to seem like she was trying to compete with whose life had been worse, but figured that if he was willing to share his past with her, then she should do the same. "With my mother and father always working... I raised myself... Along with a maid that worked at the house occasionally.." She gave a small shrug, staring at the mouse. "I always thought that if I stuck out, that they'd notice me... But, I guess, it just never worked..."