14/11/2025
A man’s son suddenly became rich. He built a fancy house in an upscale neighborhood just outside the city. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was big, beautiful, and expensive. He bought a luxury car, purchased the apartment next door, and combined the two into one large home. He hired a top crew to do the renovations—everything modern, everything perfect.
And somewhere along the way, pride took root.
He started talking about business and “high society” with that smug tone people get when they think they’ve made it. According to him, money doesn’t just buy things—it “refines” people, helps them evolve.
He hired a private English tutor for his ten-year-old son. The goal was fluency—speaking confidently and writing properly. He also found an etiquette coach who gave the whole family weekly lessons: how to hold cutlery, how to make polite conversation, how to dress “appropriately.”
They were the new aristocrats—or at least they thought so.
Soon he had his own social circle: people with money, just like him. Those were his kind of people—easier to talk to, more “his level.” Their kids went to elite private schools that focused on “modern thinking.” Sometimes they even sent the kids to England for summer programs, because, as he liked to say, “The elite should sound elite.”
Everything was perfect. Everything—except his parents.
“Look, Dad,” he once said, “don’t take it personally that I hardly ever call. My time is expensive. Besides, we live in different worlds now.”
Different indeed. His father had spent his life as a machinist in a factory. His mother too—an assembly worker. Simple, honest people. The kind you don’t show off to your new friends. The kind who eat loudly, wear outdated clothes, and say things that make you cringe at dinner parties.
He wouldn’t let his son visit them either. “There’s nothing for him to learn there,” he said. “He should grow up surrounded by success, not struggle. My parents were part of that old system—always working, always poor.