Just the other day, I received a distressing call from my panic-stricken auntie asking for help. “Cheryl, your gong gong is missing! He left home alone without me knowing and I don’t know where he is now. I need help looking for him”. My heart sank at the gravity of her words. My granddad has severe dementia, is almost a hundred years old and as with the elderly, is vulnerable to falls and injuries. My entire family was mobilised immediately. The mission was simple – we just wanted to get gong gong safely home. Thankfully, we found him within an hour. He was sitting with a kind samaritan outside a nearby FairPrice (a place he loved to visit with my grandma when she was still around). The passerby found him wandering alone and offered to keep him company while she looked for help. As someone who firmly believes in the idea that “how we shape our cities will eventually shape...