“Would you like to come over?” I can vividly remember her voice inquiring. Its high pitched tone could only belong to one individual: Ashley Edmondson. Over the next few years we would become inseparable, but in that moment we had only known each other for a few weeks. I had recently moved to Illinois, so the prospect of having one solid friend led me to enthusiastically agree.
I was in for a surprise.
That night, my mother drove me to the address Ashley had provided us with. Our car grumbled past immaculate lawns, football stadium yards, and towering houses.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” My mother seemed appalled, and I could not blame her. Each driveway we passed seemed to belong in a luxury car magazine. Our decade-old Toyota Corolla felt like a disgrace.
We rumbled to a stop before one of the palaces. I looked at my mom, looked at the house, looked back at my mom.
“Good luck,” she laughed as I threw my …show more content…
My gut was telling me this was a bad decision, but, before I could leave, the oak doors in front of me heaved open. I stood face to face with a man dressed in a suit; he appeared distressed over my polar bear pajamas.
“Good evening,” his ingenuous tone made me wonder if Ashley had even mentioned my coming over. I mumbled something about sleeping over and knowing his daughter. With a nod, he frisked me inside and wandered off calling for Ashley.
We, of course, got everything sorted out. The night that followed lived up to my arrival- it was the most grandiose sleepover I had ever attended, complete with a three course dinner, tea, and lengthy conversations. However, my feelings of unease remained throughout the ordeal.
I discovered that I did not know much about the lifestyle of the rich. I unearthed the importance of a million different types of silverware; found that nannies do not only exist in Mary Poppins; observed how Ashley’s family never performed the menial tasks mine
I was in for a surprise.
That night, my mother drove me to the address Ashley had provided us with. Our car grumbled past immaculate lawns, football stadium yards, and towering houses.
“Are you sure we’re in the right place?” My mother seemed appalled, and I could not blame her. Each driveway we passed seemed to belong in a luxury car magazine. Our decade-old Toyota Corolla felt like a disgrace.
We rumbled to a stop before one of the palaces. I looked at my mom, looked at the house, looked back at my mom.
“Good luck,” she laughed as I threw my …show more content…
My gut was telling me this was a bad decision, but, before I could leave, the oak doors in front of me heaved open. I stood face to face with a man dressed in a suit; he appeared distressed over my polar bear pajamas.
“Good evening,” his ingenuous tone made me wonder if Ashley had even mentioned my coming over. I mumbled something about sleeping over and knowing his daughter. With a nod, he frisked me inside and wandered off calling for Ashley.
We, of course, got everything sorted out. The night that followed lived up to my arrival- it was the most grandiose sleepover I had ever attended, complete with a three course dinner, tea, and lengthy conversations. However, my feelings of unease remained throughout the ordeal.
I discovered that I did not know much about the lifestyle of the rich. I unearthed the importance of a million different types of silverware; found that nannies do not only exist in Mary Poppins; observed how Ashley’s family never performed the menial tasks mine