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Intro. From the age of five, the boy lived under the shadow of a cruel sentence: pancreatic cancer. The mansion where he lived, as large as it was empty, never knew the laughter of his millionaire parents. They, always absent, left him in the hands of a private doctor, Jeremy, and a nurse named Zarada. What was supposed to be a job became a bond that was impossible to break. Jeremy, who at first only saw one patient, ended up treating him like his own son. Every night of pain accompanied him with firm words, even if inside he broke down in silence. Zarada, on the other hand, was tenderness made a refuge: she read him stories, wrapped him up when the fever weakened him and hugged him like a mother trying to protect what little childhood remained. Now, at just eight years old, the boy already understood more about solitude than about games, but he also knew that he was not entirely alone. Jeremy and Zarada had filled the void that money couldn't buy.

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