Alexander POV (9 years old) It's summer here and I'm with my parents on business trip. We have been here for half a year now. During my stay I have met a few friends. They enjoyed coming over to my parents vacation home. The food that they partake and the entertainment they had. Every so often I would get complements on all the toys I get. I was walking down the street by myself might I add, while my father had a conference this morning and my mother was at a spa, going to meet up with some friends as I was unusually late. As I was nearing our usually meeting spot I heard small talks. "Where the heck is he?" A boy name Tom asked. "I don't know but I can't wait till he get's here, his maid makes some mean apple pie." Another one spoke. "He is so luck to be filthy rich." I can

