For me, it was all about personality, relationships and life moments. But it wasn’t exactly the same for them. Being raised a single daughter in a rich and powerful family meant I didn’t live in a stable environment. It all started eighteen years ago, on March 18th. The day I was born.
I can’t remember any of my early, baby days. My earliest memory starts when I was about 3 years of age. I was sitting in a large empty living room. With my legs crossed, I sat on the dark wooden floors. Holding my favourite stuffed animal tightly in my arms, my delicate blonde hair perfectly brushed and my clothes freshly washed and ironed. A picture too perfect for a 3 year old toddler.
I sat their quietly as large men were moving carton boxes out of the house and into large white box trucks. Today, I know that that scene was only the first of many more to come. All the boxes were packed and it was at that moment I felt a large firm hand pull me by the arm. It was my father dragging me out of the house and telling me to hurry. Barely able to walk, my white ballerina shoes were dragged along the shiny floors as my dad pulled my arm. I couldn’t understand what was going on. As I got pulled outside the front door, I looked back and saw my stuffed animal, laying lifeless on the living room floor. I cried silently and tried to pull out of my father’s firm hold, but it was too late. The next thing I knew I sat in the backseat of our expensive car and my mother was directing our chauffer to our next destination. My very first memory; It was a chaotic scene that left me marked for life.
The rest of my early childhood days remain a blur to me. I remember going to PreSchool and kindergarten at a private learning institution. However, our family kept moving from city to city, therefore obliging me to having a private, homeschooled tutor. I was only 6 at the time and was unaware of why we kept moving.
As the years passed, nothing really changed. My father, coming from British descent, was barely ever home because he worked such long hours. My mom, who was unemployed, still seemed to always be out. I got to learn that my parents were very well-known within the community and they had to work hard to keep their high-placed title.
As I grew older I started to understand what my life really was. My father was always out. Either he was attending important board meetings, or too busy closing money-making business deals. Often, he was gone for days or even weeks making business trips across the country; across the globe. The rare times he was home, he simply locked himself in his private office, his eyes glued to his computer.
Surprisingly, my mother was unemployed. Ironically however, she still never made time to be home. She took part in many volunteering projects and organizations. Many times she was the one who sponsored the advertisements and at least once a month she donated a large check of money to an association. Of course, this was all another way of publicizing the family’s name and reputation.
It’s sad to say I never attended high school. I was still home schooled along my teenage years and my graduation ceremony consisted of getting handed a diploma from the head office of my tutoring company. Everyday was the same, yet compared to others, things were so different.
I’m exactly seventeen and 10 months. In seventeen years, I’ve lived in a total of twenty-four different cities. Our home changed. Going from large houses with white pillars to expensive penthouses viewing the city, everything was always temporary. I never had real friends either. I tried getting close to people, but once I was accepted into the right crowds, we had to move once again.
Now, I spend most of my time at home, in my room. My tutor, came every morning and left right after lunch. The gardener would come once a week, and the maid every second day. We had our usual handyman that came the second we called and then we had Jacques. Jacques was the family’s main chauffer. He emigrated from France some years ago and has been working for my family ever since, slowly picking up our heavy British accent. He was the only permanent thing that hadn’t changed along the years.
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Besides that, I was almost always home alone.
I lay in my bed, and instead of reading the book given by my tutor, I daydreamed about the future. The future that was so close. In two more months I would finally be eighteen.
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As I celebrated my birthday and bloomed into a healthy young adult, I could finally realize, that after all these years, this would be the day my life finally changed.