You would be surprised to see a change in the narrative here. In a few moments the storyline changed from realistic to magical realism. It is my dream to conquer his empire. In these dreams, I actually act like a king an invader who takes every bit of the treasure that is inside his palace.
Well, I'm still living on the street dressed in rags and waiting for the passerby to give me a coin.
I'm a beggar I won't remain as one. I'm just looking for a good chance so that I would cease everything he owns.
I remember when he first came to the orphanage acting like a priest. He was wearing a cloak and underneath it he hid his every evil. He soothing voice would invoke orgasm in the orphanage patrons. He would give them cheques with huge amounts acting like a god but least he knew I was the the God and would be ever after.
I seldom ask myself what wrong impression I have built of myself in the young minds who read my story. They must be thinking that how come a beggar is God. Well, I'm. Just wait and learn why am I a God.