Half a year ago.
Learning from the news that Father Atkinson was seriously ill, I was extremely worried and very disheartened. I even thought, if Father Atkinson really passed away soon, I would join him in death.
I have such deep feelings for Father Atkinson because of my birth.
My birth doomed me to a lifetime of shame.
However, I was initially unaware of this disgraceful birth.
I was born in the beautiful Elegant Garden to a gorgeous mother, had an elegant and intellectual aunt, as well as nannies and bodyguards like Mrs. Lydia who took care of me daily.
Every day, I lived a carefree life, eagerly awaiting the man known to others as my father.
But my father hardly ever visited Elegant Garden; he generally came only when I was sick.
Sometimes, I even wished I were sick every day so that I could see my all-powerful father.
Mother and aunt were extremely ingratiating towards my father, in a way that was almost grovelling.
