How Did I Fall For Someone So Down Under?

The Truth Beyond Rich Family Ties

?'s POV

I made my way back to my home...well, hotel but for me it's the same difference. I use the stairs to the 13th floor, yes I know some people may call me crazy because there is a lift right there but I like to enjoy the journey rather than the destination because on my way up I meet staff and customers alike, give them a nice "G'day" and give them a smile and they simply greet me back with the same smile, something I sadly don't see too much in this now rapidly changing world as I once used to.

I made my way up to the room, pressed the bell, and a while later came my mother barging out of the door, saying her "sorrys" and crying, I simply assured her that I was fine and headed off to my room. You see, my mom has a habit of leaving important things behind in rush or in excitement, once she left her expensive handbag in a dark alleyway(cliché I know) because she chased after a "rare" Butterfly and found out it was a Moth. I was shocked to say the least that she thought that a Moth was a Butterfly but I was exhausted after I got her bag back, not from the run from those shady types who chased me to get the bag back because I'm pretty athletic but not buffed up, but because she nearly hugged me to death after that. I know my mom can get carried away by the rush of the crowd and the excitement of seeing the next thing a bunch of things ,but this time she clearly went overboard with this.

On my way there I passed my father, still on his laptop, with files scattered all around him, as usual. Before I closed my room's door I felt scowling eyes behind me, being fully aware that it was my father. I simply lied down on my bed, and closed my eyes, rethinking of why my dad and I don't get along as well as we are supposed to.

I love Australia, there is no doubt about it. All the diversity of plants and animals is just amazing. I wish I could live here forever. But sadly I have to go to some random country in about a month or so because my dad is some sort of fancy business man. Yes, you guessed it, my family is rich, I honestly would rather spend all this money on something like donating towards a shelter for Animals who have lost their homes or for Wildlife Conservation, but my dad on the other hand would rather spend it on...irrational...reasons like cars, we already have 26  cars back in the US where I lived, and he only drives one of them, that too the least expensive one, a Ferrari, how messed up his sense of money spending is I wonder sometimes. We keep moving from country to country every month, so I don't have any motives on making any friends as I know after I leave I'll probably never see them again.

Yeah, to come to think that THAT one is the least expensive. I mean, what is the true meaning of buying so many cars and not drive any of them and showing them off to people who we're going to meet only once in like forever. Yes, seems like a waste of money to me. Me and my dad don't get along well, me and my mom are always getting along great though. And truth be told my dad wished for my dearest mother to give birth to a girl, and one would never guess the reason why, so that he could MARRY ME OFF to some anonymous rich boy and gain more profits from our marriage and as he always like to say 'Gain more status in the world and keep our prestige and wealth flowing' and that I "Ruined my plans for a greater and more profitable future". I wish I could tell him that it wasn't my choice to be born as a boy, it was Mother Nature's choice. I mean, what am I a statistic to him, a 1, a 0.

He even tried to drug my mother to kill me while I was still inside the womb and even tried so after I was born till I was 10 years old and he finally gave up, MULTIPLE TIMES might I add. And I only know this because my mom told me even though she was not supposed to. I'm 15 now by the way.

So we don't see eye to eye with each other, father vs son, always like that and will probably be like that. Even though I have tried to amend this problem he clearly is not ready to do so.

Obviously my dad sent me and my mom to the Zoo because, as he said 'I need some space to think for future business plans', but I can see through his shadow and he just wants to get rid of me, and mom just tagged along because we both share enthusiasm for animals. We both love each other and as weird as this may sound my mom is more like the sister I never had because we have fun, we play around, we fight: as in punching each other playfully like a sister and brother would, but I still love her very much and wouldn't want her any other way.