The summer flew by, full of laughter, shared meals, and unforgettable moments at our resort. My children, Alex and Mia, had the time of their lives, playing on the beach, making friends, and basking in the warmth of a new tradition. They no longer asked about Grandma’s beach house; they were too busy making memories of their own.
In the end, the resort wasn’t just a business venture; it was a symbol of empowerment and self-worth. It was a testament to the fact that sometimes, when doors close, you have to build your own house—one with enough room for everyone you love, including yourself.