the years of working on the farmhand made me into the perfect wall climber.see any of my siblings could do it but they have fear.that’s something i was born with very little of.i guess i just realized there’s only two choices you can die or you can live.as i climbed higher i finally reached the window of the tower.when i climbed in i noticed there was a beautiful lady standing in front of the mirror.she was taking off her multiple jewelry they sparkled i’d definitely get a pretty penny for all of those.i quietly snuck behind her as she was humming a tune. Redtube Then when i turned 8 he got killed in mugging while he was selling grain in milford’s market.my mom was never the same.at first she cried a lot then it moved into a deeper feeling of despair.Then one
