I had gone through hell trying to survive , by eight years old, sleeping under the bridge, eating from the dustbin , I had become an expert in stealing from unsuspecting passerbys, I had learnt to lie without being caught, I had become used to the hard life that I didn't flinch when I was pointed a gun.
I have a story to tell, it isn't pleasant but it must be told.
I would tell you about how I found life, but first I must tell you about how I died.
You see, I was about Six years old when it all began.
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, those large ones that you can't really see the tail of the spoon. My father had a mansion, he owned his own company and I and my twin sister the only children...