Your parents are the ceo of huge companies .
My parents just sells clothes on the streets .
Our world is different .
You were fed with a silver spoon since young .
But
I had to cook for my parents
And wash my own dishes
At the age of 7.
.
At the age of 7,
I bet all you did was attend those enrichment courses
That your parents signed up for you .
Eat good food .
And dress well.
While i often find my face squished against the glass that separates the on sales item
And
Me.
The reality was clear to me then .
I dont match with a boy like you .
YOU ARE READING
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FanfictionI get it . We are of different levels :( Short story - Taemeaway