It is a cold winter night as I am writing , but why do I feel as though something is burnning inside me? It is mid-night, and I feel very strange writing in the dead of night, but I couldn't resist. A few minutes agoI had awoken from a nightmare, bot this nightmare was true. It was my past. At the beginnig of my dream I was a small child.About seven years old. I was next to my sister Fanny in are cozy bed, listening to bedtime stories from Mary.Mary Weller, that was her name I think. She was hired to take care of us as children. She had smiled and sworn that the story was true, like always did before leaving. Then,abruptly had felt the atmosphre changing and then there I was ,older working at a boot-blacking factory. My whole whole family was imprisoned for debt at the Marshalsea."How I could have been so easily cast away at such age." Even though the odds weren't in my favor, I wanted to be gentleman. In the next scene I was at the Marshalsea, handing over the money I earned to support my family. I remember ,my family being on the edge of financial destruction, yet they used money for education for one of us children. I was not that child; my parents had chosen Fanny.She was very talented for music . Oh I was so happy for her!The worst part of my dream is yet to come. Yes, my dream had brought me back to the factory. Black smudges were all over my face. My body had felt the pain,as if it was real.Hotter,it was getting hotter every second, until I couldn't breathe. That was when my eyes opened. A big realization came acroos my mind. Of all that I used to be and of all that I have become.A great writer, that people admire, and not just any writer,I am a writer that will spread a message. There are no poor,there are rich or wealthy, we are all just humans.