The Caterpillar and the Lonely Child

There are some lives that, for entirely random reasons, occur and are painful in the loneliness that they need to endure. Rebecca’s was one such life.

She was an only child of two professional parents. She was the product of their façade of a family to further the thin veneer that their careers required. Their combined wealth insured that Rebecca was well cared for and that her education was of the highest caliber.

Of course, their professional pedigree would have nothing less.

She was only eight years old. Her world was filled with all the elements that her parent’s wealth could provide, except the obvious, their love and affection. At her school, her classmates seem to reflect the same narrow world and values that her parents had. The school had done a wonderful job grooming the next generation of wealthy alumni and their contributions to the continued ego of the school.

Rebecca was awoken every morning by the nanny/housekeeper’s named Maria, who spoke little English but seemed to have an endless dialogue of love. She shared it lavishly with Rebecca. It saved Rebecca’s soul to know that love like that existed and that the world was not entirely bleak.

But it wasn’t enough.

Rebecca had a heart that needed more. It had the potential for tremendous…