Genesis was always close with her foster father who had finally adopted her, Jericho. She knew that there was something bothering him and as yet, she also knows that he'll tell her when he's good and ready.
As they sat down together at the bar for the evening, Jericho told her how he had just found her as a toddler years back. He sighed as he had gotten started. "Genesis, you were just an infant no older then 2 or 3 at the most when I found ya, right outside a place called the Pit. A terrible place but hell, it was no place for a child and that's how you ended up here with me in Megaton. And that ain't the half of it either."
"When I first picked you up, baby girl," he continued, "you had started crying and buried your head into my left shoulder blade for good measure until you fell asleep from it all."
Genesis let the story told so far sink while while he continued on with it. "You woke up when we arrived back at Megaton and I had Doc Church take a look at you to make sure you were doing alright. When he asked me how I found you, I told him the truth. You were right outside of the town up the road from us, captured by the fucking raiders as a prize of sorts."
"But they had never hurt you. Nobody even knew the reason why till I found the heart shaped birthmark on your left shoulder." "Heart shaped birthmark huh?" mused Genesis out loud,"I wonder where and how the hell I had gotten it. Unless I was born with it."
Jericho shrugged as they split the tab and left the bar to head back home together and he muttered, "I'm still learning how you were there and when you were born baby girl. But until then, I'll keep looking for info and the like."