Everlasting

My life was predetermined. Yes, it had actually been ever since I was born. With a mother as a surgeon chief to one of Arizona's largest hospital, and a father as a rich businessman, it would be an understatement to say that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Rather said gold spoon. As their only child I was spoiled away so much that it almost became disgusting in "ordinary" people's eyes. But my parent, obviously, never associated with the common people. They always socialized with the upper class people who were at least as rich as them. As a child, I got everything I pointed at. Sure enough, you would think I had everything a child could wish for, but with parents who flew here and there, on individual duties, out into the world where they seemed to be needed more than at home, I became a very lonely child.
But all that changed when I was only twelve years old and Flight 84 crashed in Washington, the plane my mother had been on. Nothing was the same after that. Not even I.