QUILL
I was sitting in my room that my father face me. A big place with so many amazing things and perfect in everything. A room that I looked around and thought to myself that why did I never got to live in a house like this before? Why wasn't I given this luxury before. I want everything like this. To be given back to me just when i was a child so that I could have a better life then what I have lived. Being accused of theft. Or not working hard enough and stealing food from them.
I have been through all the worst things in my life. Because of that poverty I have been facing for ages. How come I didn't get all of these before. Dad should have told me all ages ago so maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this. It would have been better for me, I would have lived better then what I
