Every human is so different, doesn’t matter who raises them, we can influence them but we do not define them.
My daughter loves animals, wants to be a vet. Every night she has her older-older brothers dog sleep with her in her bed until her older-older brother comes home, very late, and calls him out. It doesn’t matter that he hasn’t had a bath for over a month, she still wants him next to her.
Her older brother who grew up mostly outside on an island, says to me as he is shooing the dog away from smelling his backpack,
“I still can’t get use to the fact we have a dog living in our house, they seem like a type of rodent to me. I feel like we have some weird rodent living with us. Ewe!”