When my daughter recently got married, she told me that my apartment was the perfect place for her and her husband to start their family. It was a spacious four-bedroom home, and since I lived there alone, I wanted to bless her with a good beginning. So, I handed over the keys and moved into a small but cozy cottage with my sister.
At first, I felt proud knowing the home I had worked so hard for would now shelter the next generation. But a few weeks later, when I went to visit, I was shocked. The apartment I had lovingly cared for was unrecognizable. Rooms were cluttered, things broken, and the warmth that once filled the house was gone.
