Age 5 - 2029
"Aiden, sweetie, slow down!" Sophia called as her son raced through the mansion's halls, laughing.
But Aiden didn't slow down. He never did. Life was too exciting, too full of possibilities. Every day was an adventure.
He charmed everyone—staff, family friends, his father's business associates. There was something about him, people said. A warmth, a light that drew others like moths to flame.
"He's special," the nanny whispered to the housekeeper. "I've cared for a dozen rich children, but Aiden... he's different."
"Different how?"
"Kind. Genuinely kind. Most children born into this wealth become spoiled, entitled. But Aiden..." She smiled, watching him share his toys with the gardener's son. "He has a good soul."
If only she knew how accurate that assessment was.
Age 10 - 2034
"Dad, why do we have so much when others have so little?"
Richard looked up from his newspaper, startled by his son's question. "What do you mean?"
"I saw a homeless man on our way home. He was sleeping on the street. Why don't we help him?"
"The world is complicated, Aiden. We can't help everyone."
"But we could help someone, couldn't we?" Those eyes—so earnest, so full of compassion. "We could help lots of someones if we tried."
Richard found himself writing a check to a homeless shelter that afternoon. His ten-year-old son had a way of making him want to be better.
Age 15 - 2039
Aiden Luxury had become a sensation.
Not just because of his family name or wealth, but because of him. At fifteen, he was stunning—inheriting his mother's delicate features and his father's strong bone structure, creating a face that was almost ethereal in its beauty.
But more than his looks, it was his presence. He lit up rooms. Made people feel seen, valued, important.
"He's going to break hearts," Sophia said, watching her son at a charity gala, surrounded by admirers.
"He already is," Richard replied, amused by the trail of lovesick teenagers Aiden left in his wake.
But Aiden himself seemed oblivious to his effect on others. He moved through life with genuine kindness, unaware that his smile could make people's days, that his attention was something others craved desperately.
He was beloved. By family, by friends, by strangers who met him once and never forgot him.
He was golden.