Every idea is born from a moment of stillness—a quiet pause that invites us to look deeper.
For us, that moment unfolded in the hushed corridors of a hospital, watching an elder in our family struggle just to sit up. His eyes scanned the room—perhaps searching for a familiar face, or maybe for a trace of dignity.
We remember asking ourselves, “What happens after discharge? Where do we find support?”
We tried home care services, but they fell short. Though we hired professionals, we couldn’t retain them. Some argued with us. Some were lost in their phones. Some simply neglected the care our loved one needed.