I have never wanted for anything, yet I spent most of my childhood alone. Weeks after my birth, I was taken from my mother and placed into the hands of a guardian. If I was lucky, I would see my mother a few times a year. He kept her from me.
When I reached the age of five, it was decided that I should be sent away to school. I was taken away from my home and the women I had come to love. I was thrown into one of the most prestigious boarding schools in Europe. He would visit me every few months.
From there, I was sent to a school that specialised in taking care of children who were from wealthy families. We were taught that this was our life we were living, therefore only we had the right to choose how our education should go. He wanted me to become a doctor.
I rebelled against his wishes. What did I owe him? He was the creature keeping me away from my mother. I owed him no allegiance. Only I could control my life. I had not asked to be born but I was here none the less. He would not win.
By the age of ten, I was a prodigy in all subjects. My teachers were thrilled. I had also started making money. If I wanted to, by the age of fourteen, I could live a nomadic life and never care about bills or other such financial bores. However, that is not my way.
When I was sixteen, I learned the truth of my origins. I had a father. A living relative! He was so far from the world I had existed in. He sounded too good to be true.
When he learned of my existence, he asked to meet me. I flew over one weekend and we hit it off right away. He was cool and collected. He was also a hard-worker. He believed in helping others and wasn't swayed by the offer of more material possessions. He was too good to be true.
However, it wasn't until the march of my seventeenth year that I did. Things became complicated. He was to blame.