As they toured the facility, Margaret was surprised by how homey it felt. Residents were engaged in various activities—some were playing chess, others were painting. It wasn’t the sterile environment she had feared, but rather a community bustling with life.

Lisa led her to a small, sunlit room with a view of the gardens. “This could be your room, Mom,” she said. “What do you think?”

Margaret stepped inside, her eyes taking in the space that could soon be hers. She imagined her photos on the dresser, her books on the shelves, and her knitting basket by the window. It was smaller than her home, but it was cozy and inviting.