Silverspoons (Part 1- Fiction- Short Story)

In the beginning, as small children, we were given anything that we wanted.
Anything that would keep us occupied all day. Our parents were very social, just
not with us. I took everything for granted. I didn't have a care in the world. My
sister Melissa was different. I think she felt alone and scared. What she wanted
the most, was my parents love and attention, she could not get. There was no price tag
that came with that. You know what they say; money isn't everything.

Our parents seemed to look right through us. As if we were ornaments that decorated
the halls. They never had time for us. They would ignore our cries at night. The nanny
would comfort us. They always had things to do, places to be, people to see. We
just didn't fit into that agenda. I don't know why they had us, perhaps to complete a picture.

Melissa was about five feet 6 inches tall. She had black hair and always wore it long down
her back. I always thought she had striking features. A long narrow face, with deep blue
piercing eyes. High cheek bones and her lips soft with a natural tone. She had the perfect
figure to anyone's standards. She was a picture perfect women. At least on the outside.

Her and I were very close. When we were kids, you couldn't separate us. As we got older, we made a deal to stay active in each others lives. Not to drift apart. We had contact at least twice
a week. We both decided to leave the estate when we reached our early twenties. Our
parents still feed us an allowance, so to speak, and we take it. That was their only tie to us.
Melissa felt it was their conscious.