Let me help

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 going to be a ceremony?"

She shrugged. "I don't know yet. I'm still contemplating the whole thing but we'll see. So what's going on with you?"

"Me?" I raised a brow. "Nothing much. Just work and some stuff.