I was wondering if my family would be happier when I died.
As I glanced at the calendar, the following week was the day that the Kingsley family came to take me. I could remember they had sent a lot of people, who filled the yard.
A man asked me if I was a child of my family, I was afraid and said, "No."
The man brought me back to the Kingsley Manor, and he said I was the lost young master.
Back then, I assumed that the Kingsley family wanted to take the neighbor's boy who was about my age, but the boy wasn't home, so they mistook me for him and took me away.
I thought they took the wrong one, so I lived in fear at the Kingsley family to hide my identity.
If someone were to take me away again this time, I would say this was my home.
I would have an easier life here.
For the past few days, I had forgotten what it was like to live a hard life in my previous life.
All I thought about every day was how I could make money.
In my previous life, I returned to the Kingsley Manor, but the Kingsley family were very bothered by this child from the slums.
They didn't expect me to be abandoned there.
They wanted to try to make it up for me, but they also despised me at the same time.