She scrubbed the entire cabin.
Washed every window.
Had the carpets professionally cleaned.
When I arrived the Friday before everyone else, I found her on her knees scrubbing baseboards with a toothbrush.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“I want everything to be nice.”
“It is nice. It’s a lake cabin. Nobody expects perfection.”
She sat back on her heels.
“They’re family now.”
