Going about her cottage, the woman brushed away her chin length white hair and went about the interior, gently humming to herself. Her dress swayed with her movements as she danced along to the music playing and just as her song finished her doorbell rang.
"Well, who could that be, Ms. Snowy?" She looked down at the little kitten before making her way to the door.
A wide smile overcame her face and her blue eyes lightened with joy at the man before her. He was the spitting image of her late husband with dirty blonde hair and misty green eyes; he looked just like his father when he was clean shaven, but the stubble sported on his jaw made him look more like himself than the deceased.
"Alessio," She pulled him into a hug as he held on just as tightly.
"Hey, ma," He buried his face in her
