Renatta tightly clung to her grandmother's old garment, as if it held the weight of the world in its fabric. Tears welled up in her eyes as she cradled the cherished item.
"Grandma..." Renatta's voice quivered with emotion.
Curiosity piqued, I turned to Alena, who had been silently observing the scene beside me. I whispered, "Why do you think Renatta's so emotional?"
Alena shrugged, her gaze never leaving Renatta. "I don't have all the details, just bits and pieces about her grandma. If you want to know, you'll have to ask her yourself. But maybe it's best to give her some space for now."
Nodding in agreement, I suggested, "Yeah, let's not interrupt her. We can talk about it outside."
Alena and I quietly exited the room, leaving Renatta alone with her memories. As we walked away, Alena began filling me in on what she knew about Renatta's grandmother.
