Leaning forward, he carefully adjusted the sheet to cover Grandma, being mindful not to disturb her as she held his hand.
"Brat!" came a whisper from Grandma, startling Leone. It was the first time he had heard her use that nickname, and he was taken aback.
Concerned that he had inadvertently disturbed her sleep, Leone apologized to Grandma and asked her to go to sleep.
"I'm tired of sleeping all the time. Why don't you take me out?" Grandma's voice, though frail, carried a determined edge.
Leone hesitated, looking at the clock showing the late hour. "It's late, Grandma. How about we go out in the morning?" he suggested softly as the concern was evident in his eyes.
"I want to feel the fresh air in the garden," Grandma insisted, her longing evident in her voice.
Leone couldn't deny
