I splash across the muddy trail, without a care about my $20000 Armani suit or my $5000 Berluti shoes. My sons follow me with bewilderment, wondering if a coconut had fallen on their old man’s head.
David, the eldest one, stops me. ‘Pop! My gear is getting ruined. Can’t we like dirt bike or something?’
I look at them, clad in their designer clothes and limited edition trinkets. I remembered my childhood when I used to run barefoot in these neck of the woods, without a worry in the world.
I did become a billionaire. It’s time my kids learnt my story.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Image credit Karen Rawson.
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