A little silk, green bag

Fortunate is that person that can find a treasure in the passing of each day in life


Los patos del lago Lago Titicaca, Puno, Perú
The lake’s ducks
Lake Titicaca, Puno, Peru

As it happened and for reasons unknown to her, Felicia’s father always kept this certain bag under his pillow. It was a small bag, made of green silk, which he would tie with a small silk, red ribbon. Inside, the bag contained quite a few small coins. The coins were all the same size and design. Each coin was worth a quarter of a gold cent.

Ocaso Lago Titicaca, Puno, Perú
Dusk
Lake Titicaca, Puno, Peru

But, as everything in this life has an explanation, the little green bag, with its shiny small coins equally had its own story.

It was a short time after that, Felicia’s parents married. The event was most lavish, for both were heirs to fortunes that even the most audacious of accountants of someone else’s money had to admit were effectively uncountable, or rather, should be considered invaluable.

Descanso acuático Lago Titicaca, Puno, Perú
Water time
Lake Titicaca, Puno, Peru

Both were descendants of shipping tycoon families. Their ships sailed the seven seas, and if not, at least did frequent the known oceans of that long-ago time. It could be said that they had no worries and everything in their life was taken care of. There were a few years to go until Felicia was born into the family.

They lived comfortably in the Chapinero neighborhood, in a small, but cozy mansion. Sometime after they returned from their honeymoon, a world economic crisis occurred. It worried Felicia’s father severely, for their fortune was at a risk of diminishing from decidedly opulent to merely ridiculously rich. For that reason, one night during dinner, he found himself dejectedly considering the tortuous ups and downs of life.

Anclado en puerto Lago titicaca, Puno, Perú
Anchored in port
Lake Titicaca, Puno, Peru

 

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