My life was scarcely faded into simultaneous possibilities. I knew I had to make a choice, all of them knew I had to make the choice. This wasn't about a matter of pride, but the pride itself to be called an Ebenezer. I could feel my poor sister Fan glaring with anxious worries. My father been so close to her, didn't comfort her at all. I guess she was doomed to be confined for eternity. On a very basic Monday I remember how mistreated my poor nephew felt after I vanished him out of the main entrance. In fact, he was the only relative I had lived with. So much had he resembled my poor sister who had misfortunately died after, giving birth to Fred. In so many ways did he resemble her. A youthful, charming, kind-hearted person. How could I have been so unfaithful? I did I ask to myself. I was the same kind-hearted person too when I was young but pride and greed ruined me to an hell, I cannot describe. I remember, on a Christmas Eve, my old fellow Marley who had once been very youthful mate and less greedy than I ever were. Such a shame that he had died such a young age. Perhaps fate had only its time to ruin me forever. As the door opened itself, my little sister, bravely howled to get ready for another Christmas party. In fact, we didn't have only one Christmas party but many other ones. She was the sweetest creature on the earth, her smile, her cheeks blossomed as she spoke; nothing could break this harmonious little one. So did I rush to my old friend Marley such a goose, he was such an humoristic. Today was Christmas Eve and on this very special occasion, more and more people are organizing themselves to cheer and talk to people, even the bittered one. In fact only did we know that Mr. Boogie wouldn't participate. He was such a nasty, awful and disoriented man. His house had crumbled to bitter bits and he had lost his wife. But who could blame him. No one am I right. But me and Marley were so engaged to acknowledge him on this very special occasion. But the fact is since he had lost his wife, did he only blame himself but many others too. He was as we called it back then a very lost man. As we appeared accross his main door, did we see a huge peak black and white covered across the grusomest plumb he ever. This was his home, this was his territory. Marley's hand was the pallet on a ghost's hands. His sweaty palms scarcely surrounded his warm body. He was indeed a very handsome fellow for his age, every other girls could have fallen in love with him so quickly. It was then when mr Boogie had noticed him that he had rushed out of his boudoir like always. He grew menacingly savage, as time moved on. No one could define the absurdition he had given to his common followers. He was indeed very tall a few inches afar could have absolutely differentiated us from him. What do you want? did he growl. His repulsivity was without undoubtful limits. He was nothing compared to the rest of us. That is only when he started to pull my brightful ribbon off my head. Tears glamoured themselves accross those vivid eyes which I couldn't hold. I was so confused by grief when I had begged him to spare our lives. No one could clarify this mocking attitude which he had. So that is when we had to retrieve back to my home. The shock and surprise was the most terrifying moment of my entire life. That is when I tried to remember the good words of my little sister. No one showed any good words of sympathy towards him. This is when he opened from love and showed my empathy towards him. Marley was obligated against this idea of animal love. So we had to come up with a plan of rescue. Entering this peaceful house made us kind of anxious and self-devastated. Mr. Boogie was there too. His face would only have shown regret. This is when I realised that he was a human too and nothing could upset him anymore when he is surrounded by love.