I am the only daughter of a family that possesses a lot of wealth. This wealth will never run out, it is an immense fortune, a hereditary treasure. My parents only know how to enjoy life easily. They just throw parties and collect expensive items. My family does not treat me well, they never care about what I truly want. My grandparents were not much different from my parents. My grandmother passed away at the age of 55, 5 years later my grandfather followed her departure. At that time I was 15 years old, an age filled with questions and confusion. They may have loved me in their own way without caring about what I wanted, They wanted me to be a girl who should be showcased in front of many people, who must always smile and look perfect. They only saw this beautiful face and not the contents of my heart which yearns for true love. I just wanted a warm hug, sincere love, and attention from them.
At school, I also had to always be the center of attention. Studying was not the main priority, but showing off in style. They wanted me to be the figure that is idolized. My friends were only around when they needed something from me, like entertainment or information. They never truly cared. I felt trapped in fear and confusion.
My childhood was filled with challenges and the obligation to always be the best. There was no time for true happiness
My childhood in AIVille was truly beautiful, I always played in the family farm fields. I loved running among the plants, chasing little birds, and playing in the water at the pond. I also often learned farming with my father, he taught me how to plant seeds, water the plants, and harvest the crops, I felt very proud when I could help him. In the evenings, my family and I would gather in front of the house, my mother would cook delicious food, and we would eat together while telling stories, my favorite dish made by my mother was vegetable soup, it tasted so delicious and fresh, especially during winter, my mother always used fresh ingredients from our farm. It was like a warm kiss from my mother in every bite. That atmosphere is what I always long for.
Then, I met Lulu. We became friends since childhood. We loved making funny stories and adventuring around town. We often stole fruits from the neighbor's orchard, but it was all for fun. Besides that, I also often visited the library. Owen, who is now the city librarian, sometimes taught me new things, I always listened to the history of AIVille and the knowledge he shared.
I also had a hobby back then, I often made music with simple tools that I created myself. I enjoyed creating simple melodies using leaves and bamboo, it was my way of expressing creativity.