He was a tailor for the finest gentlemen, and well reguarded.

My mother Louisa was a beautiful woman, men could not help but notice her. She worked in her fathers shop, along side her brother and father.

Many Lords, Barons, Counts, and other wealthy men were constantly in my grandfathers store.

The grandson of the Earl of Kent was one, his name was Alistar Kentland. My mother was fifteen and he was just a bit older.

He liked nice clothing and he wanted everything to fit perfectly, he was tall and handsome. He was very fussy as was his father.

He noticed Louisa the first time she happened to be in the shop fixing the sleeve of a coat he had ordered.

Their affair started when Lord Kentland had ordered suits and wished them delivered. Grandfather and my uncle were much to busy so they sent my mother, which was probably something they regretted.

He invited her into his room, as a spider invites a fly into her web, and the rest that followed was as natural as the spider and fly senerio.

Louisa looked at Alistar, oh my but he was handsome, someone had told her his mother was a princess from Norway. He was very tall and very blond, with sapphire blue eyes.

He invited her to share his lunch and wine, and a kiss led to other things.

And my mother was in love, she was so innocent in the ways of the world she thought that his lordship would marry her. She was saddly mistaken.

Of course nature took its course and she became pregnant with me, and she was both upset and excited when her friend told her.

Soon as mother noticed she was expanding with me she told her lover, he wanted to marry her but knew that would not be possiable he was engaged to Miss Collins of Epping granddaughter of royalty no less.

My uncle knew what was up of course and he told my grandfather, that Louisa was with child.

My grandfather was very upset, but he was sure that his lordship would leave my mother with a baby to look after and nothing for her suffering and shame.

I was born in my mothers childhood chambers, but my father loved my mother and soon we moved.

Mother said he came to see me the day I was born.

Father had taken his stipend which was quite large, and bought her a small house in a descrete part of town where many Lords had little houses and flats for their mistresses, he knew about this because his father kept two there.

My mother loved being out from under my grandfathers stern rule, and she loved Alistar, and he came to see her all the time.

He was so proud of his son, and he thought I was the best child ever.

Even though he was married, he took time to visit and he always brought gifts.

He would laugh and say to my mother, "Oh look at him, is he not the smartest and most handsome boy you have ever seen?"

Even as a toddler I was demanding of attention I am told.

For the first eight years of my life I was so spoiled, anything I wanted I had. I dressed better then any of the children at my school. Which was a school many merchants children attended. Even though my mother broke my grandfathers heart he doted on me too and was always making me nice clothing. My father still brought me toys at every visit.

I was a bit lazy and demanding, my mother loved me and liked to cater to me, I was the lord of the manor.

I was a happy child up until the nineth year of my life, my uncle told me that my mother was going to have a baby.

I throwed a terriffic tantrum, and stormed off, not telling my uncle or my grandfather goodbye, which I regretted because I never saw him again, he passed away soon after that.

Then my mother actually gave birth to a sibling, a demanding bawling thing that took attention from me. She was very surprised as she thought she could not have another baby after me. Well she was wrong.

The worse thing was my father had three daughters with his wife, well in that horrid nineth year she had a new son, suddenly my world seemed very empty.

My father came by less and less, and at least he didn't fall all over the infant the way others did.

One day mother left the infant which she had named Elizabet with her friend and took me shopping. There I saw this magnificant toy.

She said no, we could not afford the shillings for it. I tossed a fit no one had ever said no to me, of course being a child I did not know that my father had cut our stipend down to barely food for the three of us, with a gift of a bit of money for my new shoes.

So far my father kept me in the school I was in for merchant class boys.

School was the only place I still had all the attention from other boys, I was good at devising ways to seperate them from their coin.

I was charming my teacher told me, and if I did not watch it he warned I would end up in a pack of trouble.

I made friends with Edward Flanders, he was the only boy who was truly interesting and as intelligent and mischievious as I.

"Very good Lewis, can I copy off of you?" he asked teasingly when we had a test.

Of course a boy with his marks needed to copy from no one. It was his way of telling me I had the wrong answer.

I suppose this is all my fault, but I was bloody tired of that infant. I started exploring around with Edward after school, he too was an idle child with free time, his sisters had to help his mother, he had three sisters, one was just a baby.

I came home late wanting food, and my mother was with some man I did not know.

I was so mad, I just ran out the door.

I would teach her.

I ran outside and realized I was even hungrier. So I went back in and tossed a tantrum and demanded my mother fix me something to eat.

She locked me in the closet I could not believe that she would do that to me, she was my mother.

I was so angry, how dare she do this to me, now not only was I hungry, I was thirsty, tired and I had to use the lou.

Oh I would get her for this, I could hear her talking to that infant feeding it and putting it in its comfy cot, while she gave no thought to me languishing away here in this smelly old cupboard.

She would pay oh how she would pay.

Finally I was let out and threatened about interupting her while she was entertaining.

I was sent to bed without any food at all.

The next night I plotted my revenge. An old man that had told Edward and I about a puppet show that we liked also told us a story about how people left babies on church steps. That they would be found and adopted by someone.

So I took that dreadful infant and left her there for someone to find her.

The next morning mum woke me with her row, as she discovered what I had done, I pretended innocence.

I was not counting on her calling on my uncle and sending him to fetch my father.

It took no time for my father to get out of me what I had done. Oh was he angry.

"The boy took her to the church last night," my father announced pointing a finger at me.

My uncle went at once to see what could be done and found the infant had been placed in hospital and was ill from the cold night air, and my mother may not be able to reclaim her.

Needless to say mother was furious with me. She stalked into the house from visiting the hospital with a rod in hand.

"Lewis you have done it now," she said angrily, "I may have lost my daughter and you will be sent to a new school perhaps boarding school I do not know."

She did not whip me thought instead she held me and cried and cried, nearly broke my heart, in a way I think my life might have been changed if she would have given me a bit of that rod. Perhaps I would have tried to be a better son to her.