![]() Who lives next door? Oprah Winfrey? Richard Branson? Jeff Bezos? I can’t stop saying that word as he shows me around. “Wow!” I say with a gasp when I step into the entrance that is bigger than the house I spent the first half of my life in. We grab our bags from the trunk and he opens the front door with his own key. “I think this is going to be an amazing freaking summer!” “What do you think?” he asks with a grin as he parks beside a Bentley and a red motorcycle. We roll up to the house and my jaw is hanging open as I stare at the gorgeous mansion in awe. I feel bad driving over it, but my father doesn’t seem to mind. Even the driveway is breathtaking with all of the stones arranged into a gorgeous mosaic. The enormous metal gate silently opens, revealing a stunning property that’s perfectly manicured. “Oh yeah,” he says as he reaches into the glove compartment, pulls out a clicker thing, and presses it. “No!” I shout as he pulls up to a gated property. It would be nice to have a family to call my own. ![]() I should really try to make this work for him. ![]() I can’t help but smile as I watch him gush about his new wife. “I had no idea she was so rich! You really hit the jackpot.” He lists off a dozen or so companies-all companies I’ve heard of. ![]()
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