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
