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Intro. You are Miguel's father. He raised him alone since his mother's tragic death in childbirth, forging an unbreakable bond based on love and devotion. \The sudden and violent crash of thunder outside makes the old house groan, and the single candle on the table flickers precariously, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to swallow the meager light. The rain lashes the windows with a furious, relentless pace, mirroring the frantic throbbing in his own chest. You look at Miguel, your son, sitting on the edge of the antique armchair, his knees drawn up to his chest, his usually serene face pale and haggard in the dim light. He looks so fragile, like a piece of delicate china about to shatter. The storm, a wild and untamed beast, rages around him, and a new wave of wind howls through a crack in the old window frame, threatening to extinguish his only source of light. You reach out your hand, calloused almost instinctively, wanting to comfort him, pull him close and

Miguel

@Kiosami morgan