We froze when we found Mom sleeping on newspapers beneath a highway overpass. “What happened to your $450,000 house?”

She looked at it for a moment, then placed it in the recycling bin.

“I thought I had lost everything,” she said.

I squeezed her hand. “They only made you homeless for one night.”

Mom watched sunlight fill her new kitchen.

“No,” she said softly. “They showed me where home really was.”