I thought my adoptive daughter was taking me to a nursing home, but when I saw where we were really going, I was shocked

After my husband died, I raised his little girl as my own — through sickness, school, and college. Now at 30, she’d grown distant. One day she told me to pack my things. I thought she was taking me to a nursing home.

Instead, she drove me to a beautiful new house. “Mom,” she said, “this is our home. I saved for years to give you the life you dreamed of.” My tears turned from fear to joy — her love had been there all along.