Desire For Business

Tumbleweed

Before my side business and how I got here there is of course a background story. My parents not being citizens of this country, were slightly naive to how knowledgeable of street life American youth quickly learned. The illict troubles to have fun, even in the suburbs. They met in Pennsylvania both illegal immigrants from two different countries and had left home in their teens. The specifics were always vague. My grandmother had gotten very ill, the year after their travels were permitted by obtaining a green card, so my mother went to Germany and helped see her through to the end. My mother is the strongest, soft hearted woman I know of to date. On the same day as the passing of her mother, she played the lottery of my grandmothers birthday, paid the cost of it to be be put in all possible orders and shes actually fucking won, not a ridiculous amount but definitely enough to change our class from middle to high but I did not know that happened until much later in life, our lives didnt really change at all when she returned. My parents made investments (I knew nothing of what or how) but we didnt go on any lavish vacations, eat out more or do anything I would think a normal person would with a mass of extra income. I know now, they were smart about their money. I had my essentials, that I probably took for granted because I thought that was normal. I had braces, was in the dance team, went to every field trip, got special sleep in contacts instead of having to wear glasses, went to summer camps, I was never turned down a single offered activity I desired because of the cost of uniforms or essentials needed to be envolved in extracurricular activities.

Eventually, my mom drove a Benz and my father a BMW. I didnt know that was an upper class car until my classmate seen me getting picked up and the next day ranted on about the edition etc..I didn't think that meant it was more exspensive than other cars. The result of the cars were because their investments proved successful, successful enough that they were able to spend slightly frugally but I was oblivious to it. I never got more than I needed. I had to earn money growing up
my first apartment (I saved a ton of money secretly doing jobs, ill later mention) while I was nearly out of the house just picking up the last of the odds and ends to return to my apartment. My parents were on their last day of their beach trip, and would be returning later and I was waiting for them so I could put all my packed stuff in the vehicle they had taken. With it just being my parents, they took their baby blue vintage pick up truck they liked to joy ride. The damn thing didn't even have air conditioning. I think they liked the vintage appeal, maybe it reminded them of where they started. Anyways, they were driving along the beach, when a very large package was slowly floating ashore. My father was always one to find things. Money, jewelry, televisions (that needed repairs he could do) original paintings, literally the oddest things. We used to joke about him opening a thrift store. Well my father was curious about its tight packaging of duct tape and plastic wrap from a far so he got out of the car and tried to pick it up. He figured from the weight of it that it was some collectibles fallen from a ship, and that the intense wrapping was assurance incase it ever got wet. So it took my mother and him, to lift the package and put it in the bed of the pick up. My mother was less intrigued and figured it garbage. Or something worthless. When they arrived I was in the garage getting ready to put my stuff in the truck, when I see the package as their driving into the driveway backwards. My heart flutters. For sure, I knew they got something. Something with a future in it. They were at the beach...So not trying to show my eagerness and excitement. I simply asked Dad "What findings did the traveler find?" My mother responded with "Hun, take that out so she can put her stuff in and be completely settled into her new place." I shrug and say " Ah, just leave it, most likely its junk and or maybe something I could use for my new place" I looked at my Dad to see his disappointment because to him it was like your brother opening your Christmas present instead. I run to give him a hug and look at him and promise to tell him whats inside as soon as I open it. "Daddy, it'll probably be tomorrow though because I have a test and I was going to study when I get home and park my car in the garage" (the apartments provided for an extra $75. )My mother holds my face with both hands and kisses me on the forehead, "I just want you to know how proud we are of you, for all your accomplishments. First, the scholarship and then working and saving money and I know its not much but the grant will help." I kiss my mother on the cheek, eager to leave but sadden by my first official day of being completely moved out. We gave each other a group hug and my father says to me "if you ever need anything, its a tough world out there. Manage your money well and keep yourself safe" I loved my Dad but I felt he only said things like this because he was supposed to, not because he meant it. He was always a different parent when people were watching. I am sure my mom told him to make sure he said a proper send off because the day would be memorable to me. Little did he know, it wasn't because of his farewell words but his unknown farewell gift.