Paris Jackson has been a superstar her entire life despite being only 24 years old and the second child of the iconic musician Michael Jackson.
Paris has experienced several difficulties since the death of her father. But, the gifted young lady is currently pursuing her own singing career.
Despite the ups and downs in her life, she has now made the decision to talk about her upbringing with her father, known as the “King of Pop.” Few, if any, individuals are unaware of Michael Jackson’s existence.
Michael Jackson – “King of Pop”
You know, you’re not referred to as “The King of Pop” for nothing, do you? Even while we like the late singer’s music, his life wasn’t always easy.
Michael had domestic issues from the beginning, when he performed with his siblings in the Jackson Five, which were made worse by a strict father who was quick to discipline his children if they disobeyed.
Michael Jackson may be considered a product, someone who was created from an early age to be an entertainer and vocalist. That won’t change the fact that his music, dance, and songwriting are all absolute masterpieces.
When Michael Jackson passed away in 2009, the whole world mourned the singer. He had been chased by paparazzis’ and tabloid newspapers for pretty much his entire life, but not even when he was laid to rest for the last time was he spared.
Paris Jackson – Michael’s daughter
Several media helicopters followed the helicopters delivering his body from the hospital in Los Angeles. News about Michael Jackson and his family is still reported on all around the world today.
Nowadays, his family members receive the majority of the attention. His kids in particular have come under attack since the Jackson family is a popular target for paparazzi.
Paris Jackson, the second child of Jackson, has grown up in the public eye. She is now making every effort to distinguish herself from Michael Jackson’s child and become her own person.
She has been suffering from mental illness for a number of years, yet she is actually doing extremely well.
Paris Jackson – early life
On April 3, 1998, in California, Paris Jackson was born. She is Michael Jackson’s only daughter and his second kid.
She and her brother were both homeschooled up until the sixth grade, which made her early years quite private. The kids were carefully protected from the public because Michael Jackson was keen on allowing them to maintain their seclusion. The children in Michael’s family were either wearing costumes or having their heads wrapped in scarves to conceal their faces in early photographs.
As a result, life on the Neverland Ranch was extremely constrained for Paris and her siblings. No one can deny that they were immensely wealthy, but it must have also been difficult.
Speaking with supermodel Naomi Campbell, Paris Jackson opened up about her father, and what her upbringing was like.
She said that Michael Jackson made sure that they were “cultured”.
“My dad was really good about making sure we were cultured, making sure we were educated, and not just showing us like the glitz and glam, like hotel hopping, five-star places,” Paris said.
“It was also like, we saw everything. We saw third world countries. We saw every part of the spectrum.”
Speaks out on her childhood
Paris Jackson lived all over the world during her childhood days, as her father toured across the globe to play in front of hundreds of thousands of people.
She claims to have been quite appreciative of her “rich” upbringing. Paris also discovered early on that she should not feel entitled. Her father made sure that the kids understood the idea of working hard to attain what they want.
“Even growing up it was about earning stuff,” Paris said. “If we wanted five toys from FAO Schwarz or Toys ‘R’ Us, we had to read five books.
“It’s earning it, not just being entitled to certain things or thinking ‘oh I got this’,” she added. “It’s like working for it, working hard for it, it’s something else entirely, it’s an accomplishment.”
Paris was only 11 years old when her father passed away
Tragic passing of Michael Jackson
On June 25, 2009, “The King of Pop” experienced a heart arrest at home and soon after being taken to a neighboring hospital, he passed suddenly. According to Michael Jackson’s will, Paris and her brothers were placed in Katherine Jackson’s legal custody.
Paris, then 11 years old, spoke briefly about her father in front of the entire world during the funeral service that was broadcast on television.
“Ever since I was born, daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine,” she said. “And I just wanted to say I love him so much.”
Paris and her brothers, Prince Michael, 12, and Prince Michael II, 7, were all in attendance during the televised memorial service. In fact, that was pretty much the first time the world caught more than just a glimpse of Jackson’s children.
Then, in January 2010, they were once again were seen in public while accepting a posthumous Lifetime Achievement Award for their father at the 2010 Grammy
Paris Jackson – life after Neverland
In November the same year, Paris appeared on the Oprah Winfrey Show to speak about her father, saying that he was amazing.
“I kind of felt like no one understood what a good father he was, he was the best cook ever,” she told Winfrey. “He was just a normal dad.”
“He made the best French toast in the world,” Paris added.
When Michael Jackson passed away, Paris Jackson moved into a mansion in Calabasas, California, with her grandmother Katherine Jackson, as well as other members of her family.
When she turned 19, she decided to move into Michael Jackson’s private studio at the family compound, which she transformed into a dorm-style bedroom.
Losing your father is hard as it is. But for Paris, it was much more than that. All of a sudden, she was expected to carry on her father’s legacy.
“I tried to grow up too fast”
Upon starting seventh grade, Paris decided to attend a private school. At this point, the only ones accepting her for who she was were the older kids, and it didn’t turn out perfect.
“I was doing a lot of things that 13-, 14-, 15-year-olds shouldn’t do. I tried to grow up too fast, and I wasn’t really that nice of a person,” she tells us.
Around the same time, social media had become a thing, and Paris faced cyberbullying.
“The whole freedom-of-speech thing is great,” she explained. “But I don’t think that our Founding Fathers predicted social media when they created all of these amendments and stuff.”
Paris went through a lot of trauma as a teenager. She even tried taking her own life following a very serious incident, but that was also somewhat of a turning point.
She spent her sophomore year, as well as half her junior year, at a therapeutic school in Utah, which was great for her.
“I’m a completely different person,” she said. “I was crazy. I was actually crazy, I was going through a lot of, like, teen angst. And I was also dealing with my depression and my anxiety without any help.”
Paris Jackson – career
Paris graduated high school in 2015 – one year early – but by this point, she had a lot on her mind. She was one of the heirs of Michel Jackson’s billion-dollar heritage, and everyone saw her as a celebrity, even though she actually hadn’t done anything.
Now, though, Jackson is heading in the same direction as her father: the entertainment business. She’s taken her father’s advice seriously: if you want something, you have to put in work to get it. During the Naomi Campbell interview, Paris stated that she was a “full believer” that she should earn her own success.
For someone born into ridiculous wealth, as the child of one of the most famous people in modern history, this is something we truly adore Paris for. No matter what has happened in her past or who her father is, she wants to do her own thing.
She grew up around only adults except for her siblings. When she left Neverland to go to a real school, it was a big change for her. She grew up as the child of Michael Jackson, but for her, the world was more than that. And in the beginning, it sure was hard.
“Once I got introduced into the real world, I was shocked. It blew me away,” Paris explained. “Not just because it was sexist, but misogynist and racist and cruel. It was scary as hell. And it still is really scary.”
Modeling and music
So what did Paris do? Well, she went her own way, starting out working as a model. And she has a real talent for it!
In recent years, she’s been on the covers of some of the world’s most influential magazines, including Rolling Stone, Vogue and Narcisse to name a few.
For Paris, modeling is a very therapeutic and natural thing. Many were shocked when her father transformed via his many plastic surgeries. But in this age of social media and cyberbullying, Paris understands his choice.
“I’ve had self-esteem issues for a really, really long time,” she said. “Plenty of people think I’m ugly, and plenty of people don’t. But there’s a moment when I’m modeling where I forget about my self-esteem issues and focus on what the photographer’s telling me – and I feel pretty. And in that sense, it’s selfish.”
Through her Instagram page, Paris’s followers can see her life as she seems to like spending time with her friends, doing all the things in life she couldn’t really experience at a younger age.
Released her first album
She released her debut album Wilted in 2020, following in her father’s musical footsteps. Paris Jackson is doing music, but her CD is indie folk rather than the R&B and pop style for which her father was famous.
“It’s mainly just a story of heartbreak and love, in general, and the thoughts and feelings that come after it doesn’t work out,” she remarked.
Paris Jackson grew up with her father’s music, and she says she knows all the words to his songs. At the same time as she created her own sound, it’s inevitable that Michael Jackson’s taste in music influenced her.
“He loved classical music and jazz and Hip Hop and R&B and obviously the Motown stuff,” she says.
Paris Jackson has paid tribute to her father on her body, acquiring more than 50 tattoos. Nine of them are devoted to Michael Jackson.
She has learned to cope with the devastating loss of her father rather than believing that time will make everything better.
She remembers Michael Jackson visiting her in her dreams, so she knows he will always be there with her.
“I live life with the mentality of ‘OK, I lost the only thing that has ever been important to me.’” she mentioned. “So going forward, anything bad that happens can’t be nearly as bad as what happened before. So I can handle it.
“I feel him with me all the time.”
People who have experienced parental loss may undoubtedly relate to Paris and the pain she is going through. Nobody, however, has had the same level of experience growing up as Paris Jackson had.
We’re ecstatic that she may now go about her business without being followed everywhere she goes by paparazzi. Paris, good luck!
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I Bought Food for a Homeless Man, He Stunned Me with His Confession the Next Day
I bought a warm meal for a homeless man, thinking it was just a small gesture of kindness. But when he found me the next day with his eyes full of tears and a confession that broke my heart, I realized how powerful even the smallest acts of compassion can be.
They say a little act of kindness goes a long way. But when I decided to help a hungry homeless man one day, I wasn’t prepared for the heart-wrenching encounter that followed less than 24 hours later. This stranger I helped with food made a confession that brought me to tears and reminded me why some people cross our paths when we least expect it.
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Between the past two days, my life turned into something straight out of an inspirational movie.
I’m a mom of four wonderful, chaotic children ranging from four to eight years old. Life is a constant juggling act between my part-time teaching job and managing our home while my husband Mason works as an engineer.
Our life isn’t fancy, but the laughter of our kids fills every corner of our modest house with joy.
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That morning started like any other. I had my wrinkled shopping list in one hand and my desperately needed coffee in the other, mentally calculating how to stretch our budget through another week of feeding four growing children.
The fluorescent lights of Happinezz Mart buzzed overhead as I stood in the parking lot, gathering my energy for the weekly shopping marathon. The morning air was crisp, carrying the first hints of winter as I pulled my cardigan tighter around myself.
That’s when I saw him. A homeless man, holding a desperate sign that read, “HELP.”
The first thing I noticed was his eyes. They weren’t looking at me, or anyone else… just fixed on the displays of fresh bread and fruit through the grocery store window.
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His weathered jacket hung loose on his thin frame, and his gray hair poked out from under a worn cap. His hands, I noticed, were clean but rough, like someone who had worked hard his whole life.
I don’t know what made me stop. Maybe it was the way his shoulders slumped, or how his fingers unconsciously moved toward his empty stomach.
Maybe it was because he reminded me of my father who’d passed away last year with that same quiet dignity in the face of hardship.
Dad had always taught us that true strength wasn’t in never needing help, but in being brave enough to accept it when offered.
An emotional woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
“Excuse me, sir,” I approached the man. “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”
He turned to me slowly and I saw desperate hunger in his eyes.
“More than you can imagine, young lady! I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”
My heart broke for this man. How often do we walk past the homeless, oblivious to their suffering? And how often do we see beyond their situation and offer them compassion, not just a piece of bread?
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“Please, come shop with me, sir. I’m Greta. I’ll pay for your groceries.”
“Miss, I can’t accept—” he hesitated, but I cut him off gently.
“I insist. Besides, I could use some company while I shop. My kids aren’t here to argue about which cereal has the better toy inside. And honestly, shopping alone is pretty boring.”
A small smile cracked through his weathered face. “I’m Morgan. And… thank you. You remind me of my late daughter, Grace. She always helped people too.”
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Walking through the aisles with Morgan was an exercise in humility. He’d reach for the cheapest bread, the marked-down cans, pulling his hand back whenever he thought he was asking for too much.
Each time he apologized, my heart would break a little more.
“These are good,” he said softly, pointing to some discount soup cans. “They last a while. And they’re easy to heat up if… well, if you can find a place to heat them.”
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“Let’s get some meatloaf and mashed potatoes, too,” I suggested, steering us toward the deli section. “When’s the last time you had a proper, hot meal?”
Morgan’s eyes misted over. “Been a while. Used to grow my own vegetables and sell them to buy those delicious meals, you know. Had a little garden behind my house. Tomatoes, cucumbers, even some strawberries.”
As we walked, I found myself talking about my family, filling the awkward silence with stories about my kids. Morgan listened intently as if each word was precious.
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“My kids would love these,” I said, tossing some cookies into the cart. “The twins, they’re six, and they’d eat the whole package if I let them. Last week, they tried to convince me that cookies counted as breakfast!”
Morgan’s eyes softened. “How many children do you have?”
“Four of them,” I laughed, pulling out my phone to show him a picture. “The twins, Jack and James, they’re convinced they’re going to be soccer stars, even though they trip over their feet half the time. Then there’s little Lily, she’s four and obsessed with bubble gum. She once stuck gum in her brother’s hair and we had to cut it out. And Nina, my eight-year-old bookworm.”
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“She looks just like you,” Morgan said, pointing to Nina in the photo. “Same smile, same kind eyes. You have such a beautiful family.”
“That’s what my husband always says. Though I think she got his brains, thank goodness! She’s reading at a sixth-grade level already. Sometimes I find her up past bedtime, flashlight under the covers, cooing, ‘Just one more chapter, Mom, please?’”
“They’re beautiful. You must be very proud. Sometimes I wonder…” Morgan trailed off, and I pretended not to notice as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
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As we checked out, I noticed his hands trembling slightly as he helped bag the groceries.
When I handed him his bags, including both gallons of milk I’d bought, his eyes welled up.
“I don’t deserve this kindness.”
“Everyone deserves kindness, Morgan. Everyone.”
“Thank you, ma’am! God bless you.”
And with that, we parted ways as I watched Morgan sit on the parking lot’s steps, happily eating his meal.
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The next morning, my kids frustratingly stared at their dry cereal bowls. Jack pushed his bowl away dramatically, while James pointed out that this was clearly the end of the world.
“Mom,” Nina looked up at me, “did you forget to buy milk yesterday?”
“Oops, sorry, honey! I’ll get it today, okay?”
I’d forgotten that I’d given both milk gallons to Morgan, so here I was, back at the same grocery store, ready to face the morning rush. The twins had gone to school with promises of chocolate milk in their lunch boxes tomorrow to make up for the breakfast disaster.
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The parking lot was busier, filled with moms like me doing their morning shopping. A school bus rumbled past, reminding me I had only an hour before I needed to be at school myself, ready to face a classroom of energetic third graders.
The sound of car doors slamming and shopping carts rattling filled the air.
I almost walked past him. The straight-backed man in the crisp military uniform couldn’t possibly be the same person I’d helped yesterday. But those eyes… I recognized them immediately.
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“Greta,” he called out, his voice stronger than yesterday. “I hoped you’d come back. I’ve been waiting since dawn.”
“Wait a minute… aren’t you the homeless man I helped yesterday? Morgan, right?”
He gestured to a nearby bench. “Would you sit with me for a moment? I owe you an explanation. And maybe a thank you isn’t enough, but it’s where I need to start.”
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“I was a Master Sergeant,” Morgan began, his fingers running over his uniform’s sleeve as we sat on the bench. “Twenty-six years of service. Lost good friends. Young men who never got to come home. But coming home… it was harder than leaving ever was.”
“What happened?” I asked softly, noticing how his hands clenched and unclenched as he spoke.
“PTSD. Depression. The usual story. My wife passed while I was overseas. Cancer. A year earlier, I’d lost my daughter in a tragic accident. Coming back to an empty house…” he shook his head.
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“The silence was the worst part. No one telling me to take my boots off before coming inside. No one breathing beside me at night. No one to call me… Dad. One day, I just walked away from everything. Couldn’t handle the memories. I thought it was the only way to escape the pain.”
I reached out and squeezed his hand, my eyes moist. He squeezed back, his grip firm but gentle.
“Yesterday, when you looked at me — really looked at me — and showed me such simple kindness… it broke something loose inside.” Morgan’s voice wavered.
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“And after you left, I stood there holding those bags of groceries, and for the first time in years, I felt human again. Not just a shadow sliding past people on the street.”
“So I walked into the VA office. Just walked right in. The lady at the front desk, she…” he paused, collecting himself. “She hugged me. Said they’d been worried sick about me. Turns out my old commanding officer had been looking for me for months. He even had people out searching the streets. I just… I never thought anyone would care enough to look.”
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“They’re giving me a chance to help other vets,” Morgan continued, his face lighting up. “There’s this new program for soldiers just coming home. They want me to be a mentor and help them re-adjust before the darkness sets in. Share my story, you know? Show them there’s hope, even when it feels like there isn’t.”
“Morgan, that’s wonderful!” I felt tears sliding down my cheeks.
“Your kindness… it reminded me that I still have something to give,” he said, straightening his uniform jacket. “This morning, I got my first shower in months. Got my old uniform out of storage. Feels strange to wear it again. But positively strange. Like coming home… to a home I’m ready for this time.”
A sad woman | Source: Midjourney
He reached into his pocket and pulled out two gallons of milk. “These are for your kids. Bought them just now. Can’t have your little ones missing their breakfast because of me. And this—” he pressed a folded piece of paper into my hand, “is my number. If you ever need anything, anything at all…”
“What about you? Will you be okay?” I asked, still worried.
“The VA’s got me set up in temporary housing. Starting counseling tomorrow. And next week, I start working with the new vets. Turns out my experience… even the bad parts… they might help someone else make it through.”
Portrait of a cheerful man smiling | Source: Midjourney
I hugged him tightly, not caring who saw. “Promise you’ll keep in touch?”
Morgan smiled, and this time it reached his eyes.
“Promise. Just keep teaching those kids of yours about kindness, Greta. It saves lives. I’m living proof of that. And maybe someday I can meet them. Tell them some stories about their mom, the angel who saved an old soldier’s life with food and a gentle word of kindness.”
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I watched him walk away, his uniform gleaming in the morning sun, his steps sure and purposeful. My heart feels so full knowing Morgan is safe and cared for now. That he’ll have a warm bed, regular meals, and most importantly, a purpose again.
Sometimes the smallest acts of kindness create the biggest ripples, and I’m just grateful I got to be a part of Morgan’s story.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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