What happened next was exactly what I expected.
Some 'well-meaning' person in the industry had clearly passed the word around, my return and my role as director of a major international production, right into the sharp, vulture-like senses of my parents.
A few days later, there they were. Dressed in clothes that looked completely out of place outside a modern studio building, their faces stamped with greed and cheap cunning.
"Beatrice! You ungrateful girl! You make it big as a director and suddenly forget your own mother and father?! You little traitor! We raised you all these years, and you run off abroad for years without sending a single cent home! Now you're making movies for the whole world to see, and you think you can just leave us behind? No way!
"Everyone, look at this! She li
