The land had been part of his inheritance. He was about 22 when he started building the house. At 25 he had married Maria in this same garden. The newspapers had called their wedding the society event of the year. After all he was in the Forbes list of billionaires and she was on the cover of every magazine.
None of it felt like too much of an achievement.
The 9 year old boy jumped off the branch he’d been sitting on and dusted his hands. His only achievement had been in finding a way to be constantly reborn here.