Survival Mode

Did I ever think that life wasn't fair? Of course, hundreds of millions of billions of times.
Out of all the people I had to be born to be.
I had to be me.
I had to have a mother who didn't get married before having me.
Cursing me, to a half life really.
One that shut me out of most anything really. I could get nothing. nothing easy anyways.
Money, land, prospects? Ha.
Illegitimate sons were never so lucky. And with a Father who is unwilling to even acknowledge my existence.
Life sucks.

So where does that put me?
In Survival mode.
Getting up before dawn, working my arms off, and then heading home to sleep to start it all over again in a few hours. Working, for barely enough pay to buy bread.
I'd heard the stories, of other sons in my position, who got their due, who became something, who became official sons.
Heard of all the failures too. Of the deaths, deaths and more deaths.
And with how 'lucky' my life has been so far.
I would fall into the latter category for sure. Dead.
Survival mode, while horrible, at least kept me alive, until I could figure out how to escape this life. Escape this place.

-Inspiration from watching Who Do You Think You Are -J.K. Rowling episode