Tangled Hearts : A price of deceit

he times I was still a young and growing boy , remembering my innocence and all the right decisio

there was nothing pressuring me at that point . It's strange how all the innocence and purity of my youth gradually gave way to the complexness and stress of adulthood. My name is Alexander Ster

n a charming little town. I grew up in a cozy two-story house with white picket fences and a beautiful garden that just outside, it was a very big garden , I usually went there to play and to assist my da

way for me , my tiny feet brushing against the soft grass I nurtured , while I played there with my toy soldiers. Those days were carefree and full o

adventures. I would snuggle close to her as she turned the pages of storybooks, and together we would journey to realms of dra

ful cold lake, the sound of singing birds and the gentle lapping of water against the shore creating a symphony of tra

ade my first friends. We would sit together in class, our eager faces absorbing knowledge like sponges.

quently imagined myself in those positions, setting out on exciting adventures and leaving my mark on history. These were the years when I firs

rst unsuccessful fishing expedition with my father. I was so heartbroken and sobbing, feeling as though I had let him down. However, it

discovery. The once boundless world outside my garden began to feel like a maze of uncertainty. I

ions rising and dying, and the influence of people who had influenced the history of humanity captured my attenti

gh my adolescent years. I desired to make an impression on the world and to have a constructive influence. Th

owing boy I had hopes and aspirations and dreams that h to direct my footsteps and help me to become the man I am today. My childhood memories serve as a source of m