Giselle bolted upright from a restless sleep, clad only in her pajamas, and dashed out the door. There, under the soft glow of dawn, stood her grandmother, her white hair like a halo, smiling tenderly.

“Giselle.”

Without hesitation, Giselle sprinted to her and wrapped her in a fierce embrace, her voice breaking slightly, “Grandma, have you been okay these past days?”

Her grandmother gently patted her back, her eyes crinkling with mirth. “I’m more than okay, ...