only my only daughter takes care of me. All this time I dreamed of returning home: taking a shower, lying in my own bed, feeling the familiar scent of my walls again.

But when I came back, I saw a strange sight: all my belongings were in boxes in the yard, and there were new locks on the door.

I couldn’t understand what was going on and refused to believe that my daughter had done this, until the door opened and she came outside.