Aliza, my Israeli neighbor, was born into a wealthy family in Europe. Her parents led an active social life and were often away, leaving her in the care of a trusted, beloved housekeeper, who was a second mother to her.
She hadn't been neglected - but she had felt deprived - deprived of her parents' love. A poor little rich girl, she had everything she craved, everything except her parents' time and attention.
Later in life, as a mother and grandmother, she would wistfully look back on her childhood and comment...
Money - what's it worth? How many beds can you sleep on? How many meals can you eat?
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