5 A New Start

Things were going wierdly. I knew that we were rich from what my dad said, but not this rich. We all had a private first-class room in the plane. A room in a plane! Is this really Earth? I mean, at least it isn't a private jet.

"Mom went crazy with the booking again didn't she. I had to tell her specifically to not give us a private jet," My dad said.

Holy shit. Forget about Yaoyorozu Momo, we are much richer.

"Hey dad, if we are this rich, then why were we living in that cramped apartment?" I asked.

"Because I don't like taking money from my family. I don't like being considered a 'rich boy'," He responded.

I guess that that could indeed get a little annoying.

"Don't worry little Megu! You're going to start living a really fun life! Trust your papa!" He said enthusiastically.

I don't think he views me as a 5-year-old child. I've tried my best to hide my adult side, but I need to try harder. It'd be a pain if they found out about my previous life after all.

As the plane took off, I clung to my mother, pretending I was scared of the height. Hopefully, this would be a good start to my 'childish attitude'.

"Are you scared of being high up, Megu?" I said

I nodded with a huge frown on my face.

"Its fine, mom's always here," My mom said kindly, stroking my hair.

It was nice to have a loving family. In my old life, I had a few friends, but my family would always be hard on me. I could never do anything to 'shame' the family name. My dad was a successful businessman who was popular with the media for his achievements.

My family was like a modern-day dynasty. My father had 3 wives, all of which he didn't really care about. I was the third child of his third wife, so my family got barely any of his money. We lived in a normal house, having normal cars and appliances, We were by no means rich. The only rich person in the family was my father.

But, obviously, I couldn't bring shame to my father's name. So, I had to try my hardest at everything. If I did badly on something, I would get in trouble. It was like I had to do work without having any rewards to reap. It was a tough life.

I hated my old family for these things. I doubt they were even sad when I died. I doubt they even cared. I bet my father didn't even show up to my funeral.

So I was happy by how nice and caring my new family was. I was in a rich family, where I actually was rich. I actually had a caring father. I actually had a mother that didn't have multiple affairs. I was super happy.

The plane had reached its destination, and I was ready to start my new life.