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Parents Are Jealous Rich Billionaire Family Wants To Adopt Me

Check out our channels in your favorite language Spanish https://bit.ly/3ljA5lO German https://bit.ly/2QnDRfw French https://bit.ly/2QqWbV6 Our second channel Story Time Animated 2 https://bit.ly/34E34uR I hate Wednesdays. Wednesdays I have to go to work from 6 in the morning and only get home at 9:30 in the evening, because I have to go to all three of my jobs. What’s worse is coming home and cooking, because I have four mouths to feed. No, I’m not a single mom working three jobs to support her kids. I’m an 18-year-old supporting his ill family. Make sure to like this video, subscribe to our channel, and hit the notification bell so you never miss out on our crazy stories! As soon as I get home I have four adults all over me asking for money. Two are my parents, two are my brothers. They’re not exploiting me, don’t worry about that. “How did your wrists feel today, mom? And your back, dad?” I asked my parents. My parents and my brothers suffer from a chronic illness that affects their joints and makes them unable to work. It’s genetic, but it thankfully skipped me. If it wasn’t for me, my family would be lost. I started telling my family about the day I had as I made us all sandwiches, but they stopped paying attention to me the moment I told them I had no money for spending this week. I got tired of this situation sometimes, but my family had taken care of me all my life, until they all fell ill. Yes, I had to deal with people screaming at me all day that they wanted to speak to my manager, but before I had teachers screaming at me, so there wasn’t that big of a difference. The next day I felt horrible after work. I had just gotten fired from the highest paying job out of the three I worked. I was stressed, would I have to pick up two extra jobs now to make that amount of money? I was walking home in the scorching heat, when I saw a ball roll onto the street. A little girl ran after it. She was adorable, maybe 5 years old. I always wanted a little sister to be a good brother for. I froze when I saw a bus coming at the girl full speed. It wouldn’t have the time to fully break before hitting the girl, so I ran towards the girl and pushed her out of the way. The bus threw me far away, but the girl seemed safe. Everything hurt. I hit my head and my vision started to blacken. The last thing I saw was a pair of fancy high heels stepping out of a limousine, and I heard the little girl saying “Mommy!”. I woke up probably hours later in the hospital. It looked… Different. I had been here before, mostly for workplace injuries, and it didn’t look this clean or slick. Damn! Was I in a private hospital?! I started panicking, thinking about the enormous bills I would have to pay. They were already insanely high in normal hospitals, a place this fancy would put me in debt until I died! The door to my room opened and a doctor walked in. She explained to me what had happened and that I had broken ribs and a broken collarbone, as well as head trauma. Don’t jump in front of a bus, kids. I wanted to ask her how I had ended up at this hospital, and how much I’d have to pay for the care I received, but my plan at that moment was to climb out the window and disappear. The door opened again and I heard the clacking of heels. A tall, fashionable woman walked in. She looked to be my mom’s age, but filthy rich. The doctor left us and I looked at the woman, who was close to tears. She lunged at me and hugged me tight.