My Parents Are Super Rich But I Starve

My Parents Are Super Rich But I Starve

Hi. I’m Alex and literally every single one of
my friends has told me that I should share this story that happened to me, like, with
the world. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and
here I am. Let’s do this. My parents are very rich people. And I’m not telling this to you like I’m bragging,
it’s not a rich-kid-thing at all. It’s more than that, I am not a rich kid at
all. Yeah, you heard that right: with my parents
being crazy rich, I am actually pretty poor. I live in a small guest house with minimal
furniture beside my parents’ mansion, I get a ridiculously small amount of allowance money,
and I don’t feel rich at all. Okay, I guess I’ve got stuff to explain here. My parents are self-made people. That’s what they like to say and it’s basically
true. They both started from the bottom, their families
were always struggling, and they met when they were very young — way before they earned
their fortune. They started a business which, over several
years, grew to be two different companies, both pretty big. They basically had two weddings: the first
one, when they were young and poor, and the second one – at an ultra-luxurious resort
in the Bahamas years later. I mean, I have only seen the video – I was
ten and I was not invited. Here’s where we get to the important part. I was never a part of the family… financially. My parents have always been sure that if I
got exposed to money growing up, I would grow up spoiled, lazy, selfish, arrogant… like
that idiot rich kid from any school movie. Apparently, each of them had a guy during
their school years, who was a total moron, and who happened to come from a rich family. I don’t know the details, because they were
never really willing to talk about it, but the idea that money spoils children has stayed
with them for years. So okay, now that you know the background,
let’s get into the story. It started at one of my parents’ famous parties. Every week there’s either a party or a “reception,””
or whatever you call it, at their house. They love stuff like that, and they like saying
that they earned these nights with their hard work. Needless to say, I’m almost never invited
to these occasions, since, first, I have to go to sleep early to be disciplined, and,
of course, because of the money thing. Sometimes I would just crash those parties
and chat with people until my dad noticed or sabotage them by turning off all the lights
or something. I had nothing to lose really. That day was one of those days. My parents are friends with a couple who have
a daughter. Her name is Cecilia, she’s sixteen, and I’ve
seen her around a couple of times. I even talked to her once at my friend’s birthday. She’s really cute and funny, and she always
comes over with her parents. Again, how messed up is that: kids my age
and even younger come to my parents’ parties all the time and I have to be in the guest
house and go to sleep at 10. So this time I snuck in again. Cecilia was there and I started talking to
her, everything was going fine… until my dad showed up. When he saw me, he went even crazier than
usual. He shouted at me, saying that I was not supposed
to be there, and that I was supposed to be in bed already. It was so embarrassing that it actually felt
painful. Like I was a 2-year-old or something. Everyone heard it and Cecilia did too, of
course. I couldn’t even say anything. I just walked out of the room in total silence. That night something broke inside of me. Like, I probably should have come to this
conclusion long ago, but I could not go on like this. Something had to be done. Pretty soon I realized that what I needed
most of all was MONEY. It would have solved a lot of problems. I could do whatever I wanted. Well, not literally “”whatever I wanted,””
but you get the point. After looking for a part-time job for a while
and not finding anything good, I decided I needed to start… some kind of business,
like my parents did years ago. And what happened next was pretty unbelievable. I’ll try to make this short. My parents have a friend, let’s call him
Mr. Jay, and he’s a businessman too. He has a company that has something to do
with real estate, but as a hobby he runs a small vinyl record shop, like as a… side
project. He told me that in the 70s he was in a rock
band and thought that music was his life. But then the times changed and their band
didn’t take off, so he had to leave the idea of a music career behind. And the record shop was his connection to
that world he had to leave. So I had this idea: I knew that some of my
friends were also trying to collect vinyl records, get record players, and all that. So I thought that I could negotiate with Mr.
Jay to get some of his records on credit and sell them to people I knew. He happily agreed. I asked him not to tell my parents, and he
understood me, since all of my parents’ friends knew about their parenting methods. Now I see that I had literally zero reasons
to start selling vinyl records. But I guess I just got lucky. First my friends and classmates bought a couple
of them. That got me a little more money than I get
from my parents, cause I had to give most of my revenue to Mr. Jay for the records. But then pretty slowly I started to get new
clients. Not just friends or guys from my school, but
also friends of friends, their moms and dads, weird uncles and hippie grandpas. I don’t want to overstate my success, but
at some point it seemed that there was even some kind of trend for vinyl records at my
school specifically because I was selling them. Anyway, at some point I realized that I had
started to earn enough money to move out and rent an apartment for a couple of months. But from the day I started the whole thing,
I knew what I wanted to do when I got my first decent profits. I wanted to throw a party. Right inside my guesthouse, 200 feet from
my parents’ house. And the party would be so big, pompous, and
loud, that it would definitely get their attention, and then… well, you’ll see what was supposed
to happen. It took me a while to organize everything,
but now I had money, so making it work was just about the technical details. The party was not only for teenagers, but
for adults too and everyone was supposed to keep it a secret. It was supposed to be flawless. I mean, even though I was not invited to most
of my parents’ parties, I had surely learnt something about organizing them over the years. I think I invited about 50 people, and almost
all of them were able to make it. People were inside the guest house, outside
the guest house… and the party was going great. It was mind-blowing that so many different
people were here, at my place: from my parents best friends (Cecilia was there too, of course)
to my childhood friend Tom, who was asking to put on his favorite black metal band for
the whole night. I have a separate entrance, so my parents
did not even notice the party until after it had already started. And that, of course, was a part of my plan. 15 minutes after I put on some loud music,
they came to see what was going on. They seemed surprised, but they were not angry. As people who know something about throwing
parties, they were impressed by what I had set up. They wanted to get in and see what was going
on inside, but that was where the final part of my plan came in. I met them right at the gates of the ‘party
zone’ and told them that it was a closed event and that they could not get in. I was ready for them to start a fight, but…
they just smiled and walked away, back to their own house. I did not expect that at all, and it kinda
bugged me for the whole night. But the party was still amazing nonetheless,
and I got excellent feedback. Cecilia seemed to like it more than anybody. When I went to my parents’ house for breakfast
the next morning (which does happen on the weekends), I was still expecting an argument,
but… they seemed even happier than usual. Here’s the thing: I did not think that the
whole record business thing would get back to them, but it did. So for the last month, they knew what was
going on and they were happy that I had finally started to earn money. And when they saw how big the party was, they
realized that my business was going pretty well… and that was what they were trying
to achieve for all these years. They wanted me to be motivated like they were
when they were young and determined to get out of poverty. In addition, there was a really important
thing that came to my mind that night. Selling vinyl records like I did had pretty
limited potential, to be honest. But I really liked the whole process of putting
on a party. And of course I loved seeing people having
fun, getting to know each other, dancing, talking – having a great time at an event
I organized. So I’ve been thinking about doing this,
not just for myself, but for other people too, as a job. I haven’t received any orders yet – I
haven’t even told anybody other than my parents. This is way more serious than selling records,
so I gotta prepare way better! I’m still not sure about how I should feel
about all this. But what I do know is that since all of this
happened… my parents are not that strict anymore! They are ok with me being at their parties
and they give me much more freedom. I guess they just got what they wanted with
me. I’m not saying that they were right by doing
it their way, but now I know that if you don’t like something in your life – you have to
act — do something and change it. Thanks for watching guys! If you have ever thought of starting a business
at school, share your thoughts in the comments! I’d really like to see what kind of ideas
other people have, since it took me a while to come up with my own.

43 thoughts on “My Parents Are Super Rich But I Starve

  1. Thanks for watching guys! If you have ever thought of starting a business at school, share your thoughts in the comments! We would really like to see what kind of ideas other people have!

  2. Kids shouldn’t be spoiled but also shouldn’t be ……. poor? Idk just treat your child like a average child….

  3. WOW , even for a corporate company, this animation and text to voice speech is bad. Everything was better when this whole channel started

  4. You know, some people dont get allowance at all, much less an entire house to themselves. Try chores for money.
    Not that this is real

  5. I really like your story but I didn’t like how your parents treated you but you were smart about your situation and that’s what I liked

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