I feel the real reason I'm important is because I'm the only child.
if I were to have a sibling, especially an older, all the attention would go into making them great, special.
I would be sidelined, which isn't the worst thing, but I'm sure I would be severely neglected. I mean because other than being born into money what is really important about me?
What makes me more special than anyone else other than the popularity of my family. Because, even though we have problems doesn't everyone else in the world?
I mean if you were to truly remove me from the world would it honestly drastically change? Would it make a difference?
I mean I hear so many people talk about the importance of one person, but to be truthful there are millions of people in the world. All, competing to be something in this huge but small world, some even begging for my place.
Yet the question is if they had it, would they even be happy, would their life really change other than the materialistic aspect?
I mean some people at the top even still want more than they already have or go insane from the loneliness because deep down we are so divided. So, separated by a class system that it makes even one hundred people feel like nothing, if they're below the top.
Hell, whether it has to do with jobs or schools, sometimes not even the Ivy Leagues are enough to satisfy the hunger in a person. If they haven't graduated school by five and did college by ten, it's still not enough, because they're not the fastest person on earth or the oldest. They still don't have the most degrees and their bones are still intact.
Even, with minimum wage jobs to a person like me, it seems like nothing, but to them my position is everything. After all, what do I really do besides not trying to disappoint my mother? A few responsibilities that would mean really nothing to the person with the minimum wage job.
I mean they practically slave for a few dollars as million dollar companies use them like lackeys, giving them chum change off their shoe as the CEO spends another twenty-five grand on a car. As they can barely afford their small apartment let alone food, they put up with because what choice do they have? As soon as they were born in a low class they were practically destined for mediocre jobs and all the work that the rich don't want to do.
After-all, without the class system how would they truly keep people unhappy, happiness doesn't lead to the rich staying rich and the world simply wasn't made without competition. That's there and no matter how much evolution we go through, we will never truly be satisfied.
At times, I wonder if Rene' ever felt this way, after all she was a victim of classism, just as the next person. Yet, every day I saw her she made me forget about it just for that moment. It didn't matter whether she had a lot of money or not. When I was around her it actually made me believe true happiness existed. That it was possible to not fall victim to the competition and comparisons of this world, her smile was truly warm. Like a soft batch of cookies, she never made me feel like I was better than her or like she was less then because she didn't have as much money as my family.
Instead, she taught me her craft, her talent at seam work and even though I wasn't the best she was still patient. Even, when my memory of the very moments fade, there's still a part of me that holds onto the thought. She might not have made a huge impact on the entire world, but she made an impact on me. She was important to me and her family and even though I don't feel very important. She made me feel like my existence was one of the best things that happened to her. As if I were her own child, and I'm not sure if she has her own children but I know that even if she did, she still would cherish me just as much.
There are billons of people in the world, but Rene' would always remind me why I was special and meant to be here. Why my purpose was more than just a heir, but to exist as a living being on this bright planet.
I don't truly believe in angels but if there was one, she would be the definition of it, Rene' re-introduced me to trust before my parents could destroy it again.
Now, even good things feel like a lie and wrong even especially with this ''caring'' façade that my mother wants to try to portray. Eventually, it will fade, like it always does, something will make her tick and she'll show the true inner viper that she enjoys hiding.
I just hope I'm not the one to release it this time, there's only so much poison you can take before eventually you drop dead and I am just about close to it.
I pause before folding my hands behind my back, instincts telling me she's near, I can hear it and almost sense it before she walks in, the door heavy and her heels loud.
"Victoria, I see you are rather quiet, are you done entertaining your guests?"
Her voice is sharp like a knife through my skin as I try to keep contact with her deep brown eyes, it's almost like a void, as if nothing lies behind them but a shell. Which I believe to be the most unnerving, but I can't break eye contact with guests here. I have to look strong even if I don't feel like it inside.
"No, Mother, in fact I was thinking I should show them the dance studio upstairs since we seem to be quite finished with the pool area."
I give a curtsy and Lady.Bellum follows along with Bertram breaking into a bow, "Victoria, has been a joy to have as company, I thank you again, Lady.Acres for accepting our invitation."