Her life had always been mapped out for her.
She was an only child. Her father’s vast wealth, coming mainly from the global resources industry, made it all possible. Her expensive education, clothes, car and credit cards were all a given. The jet was always on standby. Trips between capital cities with brief stays in owned apartments was the norm. In the main, her mother would organise the where and the when, according to the climate, the current weather, the time of year and global events. Her father spent what time with his family he could whenever business affairs allowed it. The mansion on the Caribbean island was home base. He would spend most of his family time there. She knew how lucky she was to have such loving parents.
However, beyond all this, she would take time out annually. It was a small village, an isolated cottage, a three day retreat, a panacea.
