Great Nana Rossi

A few days later, the door to a quiet, softly lit private room opened.

An elderly woman, seated in a wheelchair with a blanket draped over her lap, looked up with an air of gentle elegance.

Her silver hair was neatly brushed, and a gentle smile played on her lips, though her eyes held a glimmer of surprise.

The nurse, dressed in a calming blue uniform, stepped into the room and spoke in a warm, soft voice, "Mrs. Rossi, you have a visitor."

Nana Rossi's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "A visitor?" she echoed, her voice faint but filled with anticipation.

The nurse nodded, stepping aside as a familiar figure walked in.

Aurora moved gently into the room, her gaze settling on Nana Rossi.

She took in the sight of the beloved woman who had been such a strong presence in her life.

The nurse had told her about Nana Rossi's health, but seeing her in person stirred something deep in Aurora's heart.