A very long time ago, I had a sister named Fan. She was the kindest soul I've ever met, and even took me out of my boarding-school in London during the holiday season. While some of my family wasn't happy about me leaving boarding school, Fan always would take me out for Christmas. In matter of fact, I'm visiting my former memories of the boarding school now. Fan died shortly after, giving birth to my nephew. I feel like this is when I began to harden towards the world.
Throughout my entire life, which has been filled with loneliness, I've faced dozens of hardships. My family has died, and I've been on the brink of living on the streets some time ago, yet I still continue to trudge on.
I remember this moment, it was when my fiancé Belle called off our wedding at my counting house. She had said that I loved money more than her, treated my staff poorly, and only wanted to become an aristocrat. She said that she felt as if I looked down on the poor, and that I thought the beggars on the streets were evil. This is most likely when I truly became a bitter, greedy man.
However, I feel as if I've become a terrible man, filled with bitterness and greed. Perhaps its because of all the terrible things I've had to endure, but I feel as if I must change in order to be a better man.
Maybe if I reflect on my entire time here on earth, I will be able to pinpoint the exact moment when I became an evil old man. So, I will think very hard about my life, in order to find out when.
As I look back on my memories of day's past, I realize that I have been a truly terrible man in my life. I've been selfish, and never took into account other peoples emotions. I realize that I need to change, and I believe I can be a better person.