It was a quaint, yet elegant property, with cozy cottages and a private stretch of sandy beach. It was a space that radiated warmth and welcomed everyone. After finalizing the purchase, I immediately got to work. I contacted former clients, friends, and anyone I knew who might be interested in a coastal retreat. Within weeks, the place was buzzing with bookings. The resort was full for the summer.

With the resort thriving, I decided it was time to make a statement. One sunny morning in June, I called my mother. “Hi, Mom,” I began, with a cheerful lilt in my voice. “I just wanted to let you know that my resort is fully booked for the summer. Just like your house, mine’s out of room.”

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end. “Your resort?” she stammered.