Melodie and Jory's son Julian
I had always believed money was everything. The route to fame, love, power and most of all, happiness. When I was eight, I knew money was there, I knew it existed. But being the curios person I am, I did a lot of research on how wealthy people lived. I immediately presumed that life was all about money, that nothing else was important.
My life wasn't exactly poor. I wasn't deprived of a wealthy childhood. I had the essentials and many luxuries. But still I wasn't satisfied. My Uncle Bart was always trying to teach me ways to become powerful. He was 'rolling in money' according to Momma. He owned three homes. My favourite was always Foxworth Hall, so grand; it was decorated as a member of Royalty would have had it decorated. Never did I see a shelf dusty, or an ornament chipped there. When Momma told me he was killed in a car crash, he left the state to Daddy. In fact he left almost everything to him. All he left with Momma was the jewellery which his grandmother gave him. Uncle Bart was never really liked Momma.
Daddy was home late that night. Charlotte, our maid, looked after me. Daddy was too over protective of me, I thought. I didn't need a baby sitter. I had told him this time and time again, but he just smiled at me and ruffled my black hair. I looked like my Dad. Wild ebony hair, ferocious brown eyes and dark facial features, like dark onyx lashes and brows. He told me Grand-dad Julian looked the same. He also told me that the shape of my face was like that of Momma's, but I couldn't see this. Momma was very pretty. She had long honey blonde hair which trailed down her lean back in curls. Of course, this was normally up in a bun so that it wouldn't bother her while she was dancing. Her eyes were so blue; they were the first thing you noticed about Momma. When Grandmother was young her eyes were just as blue. And Grand-dads.
I was so bored when I as waiting for Daddy to come home. Momma worked with him but normally came home a couple of hours before Daddy so that she cook me a meal and do a bit of house work.
Finally, they arrived home - over two hours late. How relieved I was!
Momma smothered me in kisses and asked how I was - she apologised for being late and said she was held up. At this she gazed into Daddy's twinkling eyes.
'It ok Momma, I'm fine.' Then she gave me 'The Look'.
'Honestly Momma. I'm fine. I'm just a bit bored, but other then that I completely fine.' She looked a bit reassured.
'I'm sorry angel. It won't happen again. I promise.' She smiled at me.
'I'm sorry Julian' Daddy said, 'but we're going to have to give soccer practise a miss today. You don't mind do you? You look awfully tired.'
'Stop fussing over me! Of course I don't mind Daddy. I'm lucky to play soccer at all, seeing as you're a full time dancer.' They really did fuss over me too much.
'Do you want to do some knitting Julian?'
I didn't want to be rude so I said I did. Dad saw I wasn't overly keen on the idea
'Mel, give him the day off tonight. It looks as though Charlotte has taken him to Australia and back.'
'Ok. I love you Julian. Night night.' She blew kisses.
'Night Momma.'
Oh how perfect life was. Being loved dearly because I was an only child. Having a huge house. Having lots of friends. I was in love with life.
I had always believed money was everything. The route to fame, love, power and most of all, happiness. When I was eight, I knew money was there, I knew it existed. But being the curios person I am, I did a lot of research on how wealthy people lived. I immediately presumed that life was all about money, that nothing else was important.
My life wasn't exactly poor. I wasn't deprived of a wealthy childhood. I had the essentials and many luxuries. But still I wasn't satisfied. My Uncle Bart was always trying to teach me ways to become powerful. He was 'rolling in money' according to Momma. He owned three homes. My favourite was always Foxworth Hall, so grand; it was decorated as a member of Royalty would have had it decorated. Never did I see a shelf dusty, or an ornament chipped there. When Momma told me he was killed in a car crash, he left the state to Daddy. In fact he left almost everything to him. All he left with Momma was the jewellery which his grandmother gave him. Uncle Bart was never really liked Momma.
Daddy was home late that night. Charlotte, our maid, looked after me. Daddy was too over protective of me, I thought. I didn't need a baby sitter. I had told him this time and time again, but he just smiled at me and ruffled my black hair. I looked like my Dad. Wild ebony hair, ferocious brown eyes and dark facial features, like dark onyx lashes and brows. He told me Grand-dad Julian looked the same. He also told me that the shape of my face was like that of Momma's, but I couldn't see this. Momma was very pretty. She had long honey blonde hair which trailed down her lean back in curls. Of course, this was normally up in a bun so that it wouldn't bother her while she was dancing. Her eyes were so blue; they were the first thing you noticed about Momma. When Grandmother was young her eyes were just as blue. And Grand-dads.
I was so bored when I as waiting for Daddy to come home. Momma worked with him but normally came home a couple of hours before Daddy so that she cook me a meal and do a bit of house work.
Finally, they arrived home - over two hours late. How relieved I was!
Momma smothered me in kisses and asked how I was - she apologised for being late and said she was held up. At this she gazed into Daddy's twinkling eyes.
'It ok Momma, I'm fine.' Then she gave me 'The Look'.
'Honestly Momma. I'm fine. I'm just a bit bored, but other then that I completely fine.' She looked a bit reassured.
'I'm sorry angel. It won't happen again. I promise.' She smiled at me.
'I'm sorry Julian' Daddy said, 'but we're going to have to give soccer practise a miss today. You don't mind do you? You look awfully tired.'
'Stop fussing over me! Of course I don't mind Daddy. I'm lucky to play soccer at all, seeing as you're a full time dancer.' They really did fuss over me too much.
'Do you want to do some knitting Julian?'
I didn't want to be rude so I said I did. Dad saw I wasn't overly keen on the idea
'Mel, give him the day off tonight. It looks as though Charlotte has taken him to Australia and back.'
'Ok. I love you Julian. Night night.' She blew kisses.
'Night Momma.'
Oh how perfect life was. Being loved dearly because I was an only child. Having a huge house. Having lots of friends. I was in love with life.