My Father Was A Good Person Essay

My father, god bless his soul, was a good man. He worked long hours, for his job and his family. Selling his soul to one of the biggest companies on our local planet, Sin 's Corp. A humongous retailer of furniture, my father as a small piece cog in the corporate machine worked away. He drove long nights and days selling furniture to the home owning elite on my planet. You see on my planets like many other C-class planets, it is near feudal in how it operates, the only difference is the small amount of land us “peasants” get. Many of us smashed together in super complexes built to house hundreds of lower-high level employees, from your salesman, to private construction worker. My father being a salesman would go out selling furniture to the wealthy. Many times he had a door shut by those who did not care for what he was selling,

His name was Rudelius, a large tanned man with a mop of dark brown hair on his head, his face bland except for the two moles left of his nose. He was kind and picked me up whispering to me calming promises on how he would take care of me. Eventually he brought me to the church, I was quick to fall asleep in the bunk bed he gave me despite the numerous young children around me.The city’s abbey was under The Church of Celeste, they praised the stars and their alignments who they believed was overruled by the goddess Celeste. Those who could connect with the stars had received a type of energy that made them live longer, and even gave them odd abilities dependent on the alignment they connected to. Many people wished to connect to an alignment. Very few found one that would match them, however if you were to find one the you could find two and the most skilled could have three. However that was the least of my concerns as now I had a home, somewhere to sleep, with something to eat, and things to learn, and a dream to