“Mom, we’re here,” Lisa said softly, bringing Margaret back to the present. The car came to a stop in front of a charming building surrounded by tall oak trees, much like the one at Margaret’s home. San and Pine, read the sign.

Margaret took a deep breath. She had prepared herself for this moment, but the reality was daunting. Lisa helped her out of the car, and they walked towards the entrance together. The lobby was warm and inviting, with cozy armchairs and bright paintings adorning the walls.

“Welcome, Mrs. Wilson,” a cheerful woman greeted them at the door. “We’re so glad to have you here.”

Margaret nodded politely, clutching her purse a little tighter. Lisa squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Let’s take a look around, shall we?” she suggested.