Childhood

I was born to a rich family. We were happy everyday. No problems cannot be solved when it comes to my father. I have a mischievous brother, Harley. Apparently, he knows a lot of magic tricks and sometimes, we fall as victims to his tricks but we got used to it. Christmas Eve arrived. At the stroke of midnight, a man started screaming outside yelling "Help! Please! Our town's on fire! Someone please help us!" My father approached the man and asked where was the town. The man replied "Far from here but please help us!". My father accepted and offer aid to the town. I wanted to follow him as long as they don't notice me. So I created a plan. I asked Harley to keep my mother from entering my room so she won't notice that I left. He agreed to the plan but he gave a condition, he would have more served dinner every night. I laughed and agreed to it. I set foot outside the mansion to follow my father.

They went deep into the woods and thought that it's strange that no smoke was visible to the naked eye. My father asked the man "Are we close to your town?" the man whispered "Yes, please be patient". Suddenly, they arrived deep into the woods and the man shouted "I've brought him! Please let my family go!" My father was dumbfounded and at the speed faster than light, my father was shot in the head. I wouldn't believe my eyes. I tried to go back to the mansion and saw a despairing scene....