Chapter 3

Carissa had been living a wonderful cancer free life for the past three years. Money could buy you anything was very true when it came to her. She looked as good as new and as young as a woman in her late twenties which definitely turned any man's head when she walked by. Plastic surgery had done wonders for her. Starting with her mastectomy and the reconstruction of her breast to the removal of her scars to her eye lift, one could definitely say that the plastic surgeon was definitely an artist and god was absolutely partial with her. Maybe it was because her heart was large enough to accommodate so many starting with an orphanage from Somalia, contributing to the breast cancer awareness and research program, establishing a school for under privileged children and much much more.

Her designer clothes along with her cosmetics had been running successfully and she was successfully reunited with her brother Jacquot which is usually James in English. He had not completed his college and was leading a not so great life. People change when they get a second chance in life. So did she and had searched for him and now he was a part of her life. He was employed in her company, so was his wife. His children fondly called her "Tante riche", meaning "My rich Aunt". Initially she was a bit embarrassed but now it didn't bother her. She almost spent most of her weekends with them in her villa that was located on the coast, only a minute’s walk from the sea. The living room, kitchen and dining area featured an open floor plan. But her nephew’s favorite part was with a press of a button they could sealed off the kitchen by electric glass windows. All the rooms had amazing sea views, with a covered terrace. The billiard table, and a lovely pool and garden, they looked forwarded to Friday's and hated Monday's. She looked at her watch and said, “Oh! I miss those kids very much. I can’t believe I am here vacationing without them. I have to call them tomorrow. I should get them something for a souvenir.”