01Chapter One
They are not a patient.They are your parent.
Most tools built for ageing treat a person as a case to be managed. Hoyfo starts somewhere else: your mother has a routine, a chair she likes, a time she takes her tea. We notice when that holds, and we tell you it did.
01
No wearables. Nothing to remember.
There is no pendant to charge, no band to put on, no button to press. The cameras and sensors already in the house do the noticing — the gate, the front door, the smoke alarm. Your parent does nothing differently, which is the entire point: dignity is not something you install, it is something you avoid taking away.
02
Routine, not events.
An alarm system waits for something to go wrong. Hoyfo watches for the ordinary continuing: the kitchen light at six, the gate at nine, the return before dark. It is the shape of a normal day, held steady and reported back.
03
They stay in control.
Your parent decides which rooms are ever looked at, and which hours are theirs alone. A single switch pauses everything. Nothing about Hoyfo happens over their head or behind their back.
“Amma didn't want a camera watching her. She wanted us to stop calling four times a day. Those turned out to be the same wish.”
Set up in an afternoon. Understood by everyone in the house.
