As she got out of the car, she saw a white sign attached to the front of an unfamiliar house — “Welcome Home,” surrounded by colorful balloons — and froze. She couldn’t believe it.

For a moment, she thought there had been a mistake. That they had mixed up the address. Or maybe it was someone’s cruel joke.

Then she saw them. Two figures slowly walked out of the house. One of them ran toward her, shouting:
— Grandma! This is our home now! Come on, I’ve been waiting for you!

It was Margarita, her granddaughter. Her eyes were shining. She looked both touched and proud. Evelyn looked at her, not understanding.