Alessandro’s POV
"Look who it is!" Grandma cheered heartily as I entered her bedroom. "My one and only grandson, Alessandro."
She was sitting on her rocking chair with a cheshire grin creasing her lips.
"How are you doing today, ma?" I asked, crossing the room to press a kiss to her forehead.
Smiling, she nodded and motioned to a half-knitted mass of red yarn on her lap.
"I'm good. How are you?”
“Good too, what are you doing?” I motioned to the yarn on her lap.
“I’m knitting a cardigan for the children at the homeless shelter," Grandma divulged, picking up the knitting pins and continuing her work. "Next week is the thirty-first anniversary of your grandfather's death and I intend to finish the whole thing before then."
"Oh," I muttered, sitting on the couch beside her. "Is there
