LRS: Late Rebellious Stage

PART I

Well, to begin with, I am a guy, no, a man as my beloved father puts it.

Next week, I am turning 25, since I was born, I always tried to be the perfect baby, then, the perfect toddler, and then, the perfect kid, and then, the perfect teen, and then, the perfect adult, and all this to be the perfect son!

But did they notice? NO!

I always, always tried my best, I was great! Can you imagine that I already got my Doctorate this year? Yes, I did!

I have the three degrees, all of them, I even helped at the company and grew it and made branches in five developed and important countries, our company is in the top with a lot of competition but still successful.

My family was proud of me, but did my father? NO!

My grandfather is my best friend since forever, because god forbid it, my mother was diagnosed when I was a year old with my brother, the days of my first birthday I was set aside, and they weren't happy for me but for the coming Baby.

I didn't felt a thing, I was too small, I was too happy with the cake.

But then, the baby came, and all the attention went to the baby.

I only got my grandpa and the maids.

The baby was a troublemaker, I always did my best to grab my parents attention, but the baby got all the attention.

Well, with the time, I grew up as a model kid.

My grandpa was my guide, and when I started studying, they said I was a prodigy.

The day of my graduation, only grandpa came, I was the valedictorian, well, my brother who was almost fifteen...yeah, I graduated at 16! Well, my brother got in an accident with the family car. And guess what? My father and mother were happy because he was a normal teen.

The summer went fast, and I went to university in another country.

I talked to my baby girl, yeah, we got a sister, she was born when I was almost eight years old, since then, I lived with my grandpa.

So, university was an other thing! Not only was I too young, but everyone adored me.

I was cute, beautiful, adorable... add others!

I returned home when I got me second degree, I was twenty one, and guess what, my brother went to an academy for police!

My mom talked about him everyday.

I started helping at the company, and while working, I was finishing my third degree, the doctorate.

My grandpa was so happy, once, we went for a croisade by the Mediterranean see, it was so cool! Only the two of us I adored Algeria and Grace, my grandpa told me that he never tasted figues or olives better than the Algerian ones, he visited it once when my granny was alive, and she adored the desert Sahara and the dattes, He told me that Algeria was magical with different types of tourism.

And I loved Grace.

I never thought that it would be our first and last vacation together.

And here I am, in my room, preparing for my birthday party.

Everyone was supposed to be here, popular people from all around the world, family, and business partners.

I finished the planning and sent the informations to the ones I put in responsibilities.

The days passed well, Autumn was always the quietest saison, so serene.

The day of the party was eventful, I left early around 8am to visit my grandpa in the hospital.