I think I was about 5 years old when I realised my Mum was very rich. Before then I thought that everyone lived in a huge house like me, with cooks and maids and a private driver. I guess you would say I lived the perfect life. My mum ran a hugely successful company and one day it would be mine.
My friends were always telling me how lucky I was, I agreed with them to be honest. I had everything that money could buy. But there was something missing: my Dad.
Mum never wanted to talk about my Dad, I only knew that she had kicked him out of the house when I was about two years old, but I didn’t know why. If I tried to bring up his name Mum just changed the subject.
I remember one time Mum got really angry, I was in the lounge and Mum was in the kitchen. My favourite song came on the television, I was singing at the top of my voice, when Mum came running into the room.
“Switch that television off Jenna!” She shouted. “You’re just like your father.”
I looked at mum in astonishment, she never shouted at me and she definitely never mentioned my Dad.
“Why mum?” I asked.
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