Kinda. The monk who found me was pretty much my mom, even if she said we shouldn't call her that. [ "We", like there was more than just him. ] And...well, realistically, ain't no way I'm ever gonna find out who my birth parents were, so thinking 'bout it would've just made me mad. Then after a while, I had other stuff I'd rather think 'bout.

[ He might have thought about it when the other kids decided to try striking at some nerves during dumb arguments or fights, but that feels so long ago he doesn't really think it's relevant. ]