Although my adopted family had an older son of their own following in the family tradition, happiness was all they expected of me. Responsibility was an option I never chose to take, for my family always gave me the money I needed and my beautiful cousins always gave me the love I needed. They were enthusiastic to pamper me because of the horrible pain I suffered as a child. It was not until late in my adolescence did I realize the problem with my life.
Many people believe that I live heavenly, but how is life wonderful with the knowledge that I have never worked a day in my entire life? There are many in the world who live in poverty and spend their lives working like slaves, but I'll never need to lift a finger to have what I want. It wasn't until Sarah began her successful career that I had to learn to bathe myself. There are many half my age that have had much harder lives, and for their entire lives, they will live in poverty and strife while I am living in luxury.
I will continue into my twenties being fed on a golden platter that is never empty, like a spoiled pet loved by their masters. If I'm ever feeling alone, Natalie and Sarah always come to comfort me. Do not mistake my comfort for happiness though, for sometimes I wish I was in the car in which my family died. I would not have had to suffer the tortuous guilt of living a wonderful life while others rummage through gutters, searching for food. I'll never need to worry about having something to eat or a place to sleep. Will you?