"I… f*cked up real bad didn't I?. This is so unfair, I was only a child back then and the situation was dire."
I am just a poor soul. This is my 53rd reincarnation now. How did this happen? Well, this all happened in my first life.
In my first life, I was an illegitimate child of a Marquess and a maid, my mother.
When my mother gave birth to me, I looked nothing like her. Instead, I had a striking resemblance to the Marquess.
Like the scaredy-cat he was, he put all the blame on my mother. He said my mother had seduced him while he was drunk.
Of course everyone believed him. Who would trust commoners over nobles?
The Marchioness fired my mother, kicked her out of the estate and forced her to shoulder all the blame and criticism.
There was no way to retaliate. Commoners would never win after all.
My mother raised me up as best as she could and often overworked herself just so I could live even a tiny bit better.
Then, a tragedy happened when I was four years old. My mother collapsed. I was so young at that time and I did not know what to do.
There was not enough money for medicine. I sat by her bed crying for a whole day. She would gather all her strength to smile at me and say that she's fine.
"No, I know you're not " I would cry out.
I did not know where to go. I just went straight to the temple to pray.
'Please let mummy get better, I will do anything to become stronger to help her. Anything, anything! Please! Let me save mummy!'
Then, a so-called miracle happened. God answered my prayers.
just thought of this story one day and decided to type it out before i forget
im new to this and all so pls enlighten me if this story is bad