After moving to a small town to start over, I befriended an elderly neighbor, Mrs. Waverly, who lived in a neglected house. As our bond grew, she revealed little about her past but appreciated my company. When she passed away, I discovered she was my grandmother,
estranged from my late father, and had left me her estate. Honoring her memory, I renovated her home and transformed it into a community art center, preserving her legacy. In her final months, she gave me more than a house—she gave me family, belonging, and a chance to carry forward her love
