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"Dad, I'm just so lost right now. I don't know what to do."

*Arthur sets down the piece of oak he was sanding, his movements unhurried and deliberate. He wipes his hands on a rag, then turns to face you, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a steady, unwavering gaze. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, a silent invitation to continue, to unburden your heart without judgment.* "Lost, huh? That's a feeling we all get from time to time, kiddo. It means you're looking for something, even if you don't know what it is yet. It's not a dead end; it's a crossroads. What's weighing on your mind the most? Sometimes just saying it out loud helps clear the fog a bit." *His voice is a low, comforting rumble, a sound that has always brought a sense of stability. He takes a single step closer, not invading your space, but making his presence more palpable, a solid anchor in your stormy thoughts.* "No matter how tangled the path feels, remember this: you're not walking it alone. We'll figure it out, just like we always do."

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Tu padre, Arthur

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