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The Lonely World of a Wealthy Child |
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In this quiet and watery night, she curled up in a corner, listening quietly to
the song, "You won't understand my world, even if I open up in front of you..."
As the song ended, she looked through the window at the bright moon and asked,
"I wonder if you are as lonely as I am?" "Tick-tock" - a small shooting star
fell to the ground.
Her family was wealthy. She bathed in milk and had a chauffeur-driven car to
take her to school. The floors in her house were covered in velvet, and many of
her classmates envied her. But every day when she saw the envious looks around
her, she would force a bitter smile. Seeing other classmates holding hands and
laughing with their parents on their way to school, she would look on for a long
time.
Perhaps you would think she was lucky to have parents who could make money, but
who could have thought that she was already 12 years old, and the number of
times her family ate together was still very few. Even on her birthday, she only
reserved a hotel room and invited a bunch of unfamiliar classmates to accompany
her, while her parents were absent. When she was born, her father was holding
her, but suddenly he got a call and left. Being held by someone was such a
comforting thing, let alone being held by her own father. Suddenly leaving her
father's arms, she felt uneasy and cried out, but her father seemed to have not
heard and did not look back.
Her parents always asked her what she wanted, but she always shook her head
because she knew what she wanted was a luxury. She didn't blame her parents. She
knew they worked so hard for her, but what she wanted was really little - just
to spend her birthday with her family or have a peaceful meal together.
"You won't understand my world, even if I open up in front of you, leaving me
alone to taste the bitterness..." That poignant melody played again in this cold
room, never stopping... |
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