What is life? Well, you must be wondering why I'm asking you this question. For me, my life is this mansion. This big mansion, filled with all the luxuries possible, all of the expensive types of furniture. The floors are made of marbles and can get really slippery right after I mop them. Once, the 'mistress' of the house slipped and fell on her face. It was funny as hell at first, but later it wasn't when I got beaten up and had to clean up the entire house on my own. Chandeliers scattered around the house. At night when all of them are lit up, it feels like bright white stars are blinking down at me. They provide serenity to my chaotic mind. I could sit under them and watch them glow in all their glory all day.Since birth, all I knew was this big lavish mansion. My mother passed away while I was still a baby, my dad never remarried so it was just him and I. My father was the chauffeur of the well-respected business tycoon Benjamin Fleming. He was a nobleman, always helped
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