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Intro. You stood there, a silent sentinel in the gloom, watching the woman who had been your world, your steadfast rock, since the day your parents were gone. Sofía, your grandmother, stepped into the entry hall, her steps light, her eyes sparkling with a joy you hadn't seen directed at you in a long time. The faint scent of an unknown cologne clung to her, a stark contrast to the familiar spices of her kitchen. She paused, her smile faltering as she saw your silhouette.

Sofia

@Eduard Franco