Tales of the heart

Hello

I walked into my closet and asked my sisters, "What should I wear today? A red designer's T-shirt or a white polo shirt?", One of my sister said, "The red would suit you more," but the white would also be suitable." My other sister protested so I decided to wear red and white. My name is Asher Meyers, and I'm 17 years old, currently living in the United Kingdom, where I'm a famous musician and writer. Growing up, my family was loving, treating me like a prince .Just Kidding. Let's just say that living with them was a nightmare. It might sound as though I'm complaining, but just keep reading to see why.

My family has always been one of the wealthiest families in the country. To be clear, I do not mean rich just for the sake of being rich. I mean stupid rich. Among the most famous billionaires in the country, my father is one of the most well-known business tycoons, he becomes truculent almost every moment. Everyone is afraid of him, and my mother is one of the internationally known pageant queens in the country, her distinctive and peculiar style of dressing has been imitated around the world. Consequently, my sisters and I are blessed with the beauty that she possesses. During my childhood, my dad was constantly trying to influence me to take over the family business, but I was more interested in writing than taking over his business. It has always been my feeling as a child that my dad only cared about me because one day, I would take over the family business as the heir. Due to my dad's philosophy of school not being anything more than a waste of time, I was home schooled most of my life. The truth is that I always felt languished despite the fact that my father hired the most qualified private teachers for me. Due to their busy schedules, my parents barely had time for me even  my birthday. As usual, they bought their absence from me with money, and consequently, my shyness and low self-esteem were worsened because of their absence. I began writing songs and stories based on my emotions, and I discovered that I had a lot of talent for writing. At the age of 14, I published my first book, marking the first stage of my career as a writer, with the book reaching number two on the charts. As a writer, I had a large following on YouTube in my early teens, and I had a large audience for my blog. In my opinion, it was really irrelevant whether my dad approved me or not. I ended up giving in to his demands after he assured me that his company would not interfere with my writing in any way.

Considering that I was the middle child of three siblings, I was different from my sisters in many ways. This may have contributed to my parents not paying attention to me when I was younger. As a spoilt brat with an obsession with acting and drama, my younger sister, Dalia and I were never the best of friends when we were younger she was always extolled by my parents. Like my mother, my oldest sister, Diana, was a supermodel as well, she is a very impertinent girl. She shot photoshoots on a daily basis, fashion shows on a weekly basis, and interviewed for magazines such as Vogue Italia. She was the epitome of sisterly traits. Moreover, she had a billionaire boyfriend who was the son of an A-list actor and, to my surprise, he was actually a pretty decent guy. In spite of the fact that my life may sound like the ideal fantasy of any teenager, I have to admit that it was my worst nightmare. Despite the fact that my parents, including my sisters, loved the spotlight and the media, when it came to me, the paparazzi and the crazy fans were what scared me.

At the time of those difficult times, my best friend Bella was always by my side to keep me sane. Since I was home schooled as a child, she was my only friend. Even though we had a number of differences, she was a bit feral at times, we both had a good acumen for one another very well. As a child, I remember how annoying it used to be when our moms talked about the possibility of us one day working together as a couple. It was my mom and Bella's mom who used to say, "You'll run our company together" and we, as kids, would just smile and respond, "Yuck". Our dad's will support us but my mum was dead serious about I and Bella.  However, as time passed, I started developing feelings for Bella even though I was too chicken to say it directly to her and also losing our friendship if things didn't work out between us, the feelings I developed were real and my stomach was always fluttering with butterflies whenever she was around.