Last summer was the breaking point. As the familiar call came in March, I could almost recite the conversation in my sleep. “Amelia, honey, I’m so sorry…” My mother’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. I listened numbly, already knowing we wouldn’t be spending our summer at the beach. But this time, something inside me snapped.
After another year of being the afterthought, I decided that enough was enough. It was time to take control of the narrative, to show my children and myself that we deserved more. I wanted to create a new tradition, one where we were the centerpieces, not the leftovers. I started researching and eventually found a beachfront resort that had seen better days but had enormous potential. With the savings from my successful business and a determined spirit, I bought the resort.
