***
A few months later, Nigel and I attended the opening of a new visual rehabilitation center.
The center had been established through a combination of restitution funds, independent charitable donations, and contributions from people who wanted to support accessible medical care.
It wasn't a place promising miraculous cures.
It offered practical help.
Mobility training.
Adaptive technology.
Counseling.
Medical referrals.
Support for families.
And access to carefully reviewed research opportunities when appropriate.
The center was named **The Open Window Institute**.
At the entrance, a simple bronze plaque read:
*Dedicated to informed choice, dignity, and the belief that every person deserves to understand the decisions made about their own body.*
I stood beneath the sign for a long time.
Then Dad approached.
"What do you think?"
I smiled through my tears.
"It's beautiful."
He nodded.
"I hoped you'd like it."
I looked toward the doors.
Inside, children and adults moved through bright, welcoming rooms.
