She called with a trembling voice, asking if she could afford just one night’s stay—a single night to share with her daughter. When I offered her two instead, her breath caught, and tears welled in her eyes. Not because of the savings, but because it meant something priceless: one more day together.

Only then did she share her truth—she had just been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. She wasn’t counting money anymore. She was counting memories. Each sunrise, each laugh, each shared cup of coffee with her daughter was a gift she feared might soon fade from her mind.

That night wasn’t about comfort or luxury. It was about holding her daughter’s hand, memorizing her smile, and cherishing the fragile beauty of now. 🌿

👉 Time is the most precious gift we can ever give. Spend it wisely—with the ones you love, while the moments are still yours to hold. ❤️