YOUR GRANDSON?

Cassandra watched the woman as she placed the plates on the table. Her right arm had been hung and her left hand was useless. The old woman had not spoken to her after the discussion they had about her daughter. Cassandra was sorry and wished her hand was in perfect condition to help the woman out, aside from that, she needed to know what happened to the woman's daughter. The old woman beckoned her when she was done setting the table and she eased out of bed, careful enough not to upset her injury. When her legs touched the ground, her knees quivered and she held the bed with her free hand, to steady herself until the blood had circulated her whole legs. She slowly walked up to the table where the old woman was seated and took the seat opposite.

The woman didn't say anything to her, Cassandra closed her eyes and said her prayers. After blessing the food, she picked up the spoon and tried to scoop the food. Then she looked up at the old woman and sighed heavily.

"Look, I am sor