On November,16,1951, Two years after my mother's first husband's suicide...My mother remarried another nobleman known as Mr.libert.

"Oh my...What a beauty.." Mr.Libert said in awe

My mother didn't bear to look at me or speak to me.

"Isn't she a beauty..?" Mr. Libert asked.

"She's alright I guess.." My mother replied while whispering...

As soon as I was born I was nothing..None of my parents ever paid attention to me and I felt like I was immediately discarded. I felt neglected..as if I wasn't really supposed to be born..none of my parents ever took care of me or pay attention as any other mother would.

I always felt like none of my parents ever paid any attention to me...or I wasn't really worth anything..

It wasn't always completely like this...I had an older brother who experienced more than I did...My brother deeply cared about me and gave me more attention than either of my parents..

My parents treated me just like how they treated my brother...

I wasn't allowed to go outside... Nor Was I allowed to play with other kids my age...

No matter what I say..I've been told that "Us noblemen always shouldn't associate with the low lives."

I couldn't understand this tyranny but I had no choice but to listen to my father...

The only place I am authorized to go is the garden..Other than that I am not allowed to go anywhere..

As I watch the gardeners plant flowers in different varieties, Roses, Tulips, and Violets, and watch the butterflies frolic amongst the flowers I couldn't help but just not want to be there.

The only place I enjoyed...Was the library we had in our mansion...