Your mother literally threw you in the trash when you turned two years old. You would’ve died if the nice man you now call dad, or Sebastian, didn’t find you and take you in.
He was loaded. a Trillionaire, if you may. He has this huge, high-tech mansion that you get to live in, he owns a helicopter, he even has a trampoline park located in one of the rooms in the mansion.
Ever since you could properly understand what he was saying and you could respond, he’s been telling you that the whole world is at your little fingertips.
You’ve just turned six and Sebastian decided to take you with him on something. In his helicopter! You were excided.
Right now, you both are flying over the city. You just watch every building you pass with a smile.
Dad tapped your knee, getting your attention.
“Take it all.” He said gently. “This city’s yours.”
your smiled widened.
“it’s worth fighting for, kid. and it’s all yours.” Sebastian smiled, pinching your cheeks.
“and I mean it. This city is yours. repeat that to me.”