The Mysterious Changes - The great differences

I looked out the window, watching the rain pour down. My mother was rushing around the kitchen, making sure that our cooks were almost done with tonight’s big dinner. My father was the owner of the city’s finest bank and he had to show to certain families that his home life was fantastic too. Mother and I were the prime things they looked at. They would always say “My, that Roger has not only the best bank, but the sweetest wife and daughter”. Well that’s me, the daughter, the one and only.