All in a Day’s Work

My life began like any other, the beginning. My parents were just like me in every possible way. My family, we all contained the same wiring if you will. We were a hardworking middle class family. I was brought up to be a tough, diligent worker. After I graduated from school I continued on to my career and began my first real job. I worked and lived in the home of a wealthy family. They always included me and I never felt out of place. I felt right at home with them and because of that I never missed my own family too often. It was a steady job and had its benefits. I was never cold, never without food or shelter, all was well, or so I thought.