As they walked up the stone path, the front door opened, and Lisa’s husband, David, appeared with a broad smile. “Welcome home, Margaret,” he called.

Margaret stood still, bewildered. I don’t understand. Lisa gently guided her mother toward the porch.

Mom, David, and I bought this house three months ago. We’ve been renovating it ever since. She gestured toward the entryway. “Would you like to see the inside?” Still confused, Margaret allowed herself to be led through the front door into a bright, open living room. The space was lovingly furnished with a mix of new furniture. To Margaret’s surprise, many of her own belongings. Her favorite book. A chair sat by a large bay window. Her handmade quilts covered the sofa, and her collection of family photographs covered a brick fireplace mantel.