Like Nobody's Business

The Haves and the Haves Not

Alexander Kingsley Nixon

"Mom we need to leave right now, please be reminded that I have to get back to work."

"I'm almost finished," she called out and moments later she appeared at the top of the stairs. "You're always rushing me." She strolled down the stairs looking very beautiful and I couldn't help but smile. I held her hand helped her down the last set of stairs then gave her a hug which rewarded me with a kiss on my cheek.

"I'm not trying to be caught in traffic and you aren't that old to be moving so slow," she titled her head obviously offended by my words. "You look amazing," I added.

"Just be careful what you say to me, you're never too old to get it," her face held a smirk as she looked in the mirror hung at the foot of the stairs, while she continued to fix her hair I checked my phone for incoming calls or texts.

"I hope that thing is on silent already, I do not need it interrupting the evening son." She watched me through the mirror. I politely powered it off and slid it back into my jacket pocket. "Thank you, son."

I nodded in response as I waited for her so fix her hair to her satisfaction.

"Well you look beautiful, I'm assuming you're ready to leave now." We both turned to look at my father entering the foyer dressed to impress. I'm sure I got my sense of fashion from him.

"Shut up Richard." She quipped as she took her jacket from the server who stood silently and patiently to the side.

"Thank you, you may go," I said as I took my mother's purse from one of the many domestic workers.

"No one was talking to you." I laughed at my parents' bickering, yet still, I adore how perfect they are for each other. I love how nothing can get between them and trust me when I say I've seen them fight through the worst.

"Well, I'll get you to talk to me tonight." I already walked away not wanting to hear whatever may follow his sentence.

My mother, Yvonne, is 59 while my father, Richard is 63. High school sweethearts, the type who lived by their wedding vows. For better or worse. They got married young, both coming from a wealthy yet strict household. They both had a dream and with their determination, they were able to make it become a reality allowing their selves to continue the pattern of generational wealth. This was then handed down to me instead of my older brother, Anthony. He's only two years older but still, it's me who behaves more mature and appropriate. It was easy for me to follow in my parents' footsteps, growing up I always preferred to spend any leisure time with them. Though I knew what they would be doing it didn't bore me. I studied them instead, picking up a few tricks and tips along the way. While most children would prefer to be around their peers I wanted to stick around and observe my parents. I admire my parents and their brilliance, I always wanted to work just as hard as they did so I urged myself to become mature before it was actually time to do so. I couldn't wait for the days where I could sit in my own office, working for myself. The thing is when you grow seeing your parents as the leaders it's hard having to accept anything less. Therefore, I promised myself I would never work for anyone else. I would surely take over my parents' company when I reached of age. So I took my schoolwork very seriously and finances were never an issue for me. On top of that, my parents were extremely strict when dealing with our education. They would often give speeches on its importance to our lives, giving an eye-opener of what could happen to us without it. Unlike me--who was always interested and focus-- everything flew right past Anthony.