People Change People

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Dad's gone again. It seems I'm getting to spend less and less time with him. This new project must be really big. He won't tell me what it is. Just that he's completely sure all the hard work will pay off. Mom is doubtful, but then again, she always is. She may have a lot of power, but she got there by being cautious. Which can sometimes get very annoying.

Just last week we only had 13 hours together as a family. In total. Yes, I'm counting. I've been counting for months now. Each week is less and less time we spend together. Having money was fun and all when I was little and could get all the "hot new toys", but I'm almost a freshman in highschool and being rich has lost some of it's perks. Sure, I could practically buy whatever I want, but at what cost? Why should I have an island when some people have no homes? Why should I get a feast when some people have no food?

These are the questions I've been asking ever since I learned what goes on out side our home. Ever since I learned that my best friend has close to nothing while I have everything I could ever want. But apparently the universe refuses to give me answers. No matter how many times I ask, the response is the same. "You were lucky enough to be born who you are. Embrace your wealth, it is a blessing."

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