The house was quiet except for the soft shuffle of Gianni’s homework papers. He was perched at the kitchen counter, tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated, pencils rolling between his fingers. I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him fumble through a math problem.
“Need help?” I asked.
He shook his head, lips pressed tight. “I got this Avril, You are distracting me.”
I smiled faintly, Gianni always loved to do things his own way. “Alright, but don’t blame me when your answer are wrong.”
He grunted, returning to his work, and I wandered over, glancing at the half-finished assignments. “Remember, it’s okay to ask for help sometimes,” I said gently as I ruffled his soft brown curls. “Even adults ask for help when they need it even though some of the
