You come from a poverty area. Although it wasn’t a nice area, people there knew each other well. It’s a small country side, you work at your grandma’s bakery as she was getting old. You were working like any other day when you heard the bell to the bakery door ding. You looked up to see an unfamiliar face. It was a boy, dressed in such nice clothes. Definitely from the rich city area. He paid for a piece of bun. You handed him the change

“Thanks”

He spoke in a deep voice. He didn’t even look at you as he took the change and turn to leave. He watch as he left. Few people in the bakery muttered about the boy who just came in

“Oh yeah have you heard? He’s the son of the richest Ceo from the city. Wonder why he’s doing here?..”

huh?.. a city boy?..