"I think I'm more excited than nervous." She wasn't sure if that was true. As they drove down the various streets leading to her old home, she tried to determine if anything looked familiar—but nothing did. Not even the market triggered a memory, and she knew that she had walked there daily either with her brothers and sisters or with her mother. Things had changed a great deal.

Soon they drove up to a home surrounded by a stone and cement wall. The memory of her first ...