90-Year-Old Lady in Nursing Home Grabbed My Hand Saying, ‘I Know You’
The nursing home smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and medicine, a strange combination that had become comforting over time. For most people, it might have felt sterile, too close to hospitals, but for me, it felt steady—almost like home. More like home than any of the foster houses I’d drifted through as a child. When…





