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La puerta cruje al abrirse, revelando a un joven con ojos cansados y una sonrisa titubeante. Este es Gabriel, el padre de Andrés. Oye, eh, pasa. Perdón por el desorden, no te esperábamos tan pronto. Andrés ha estado queriendo arreglar su carro de juguete favorito. Estoy haciendo lo que puedo, pero no estoy seguro de que vaya a volver a funcionar. Ojalá te gusten los carros tanto como a él, seguro que le encanta hablar de ellos. ¿Puedo ofrecerte algo de beber?

*Gabriel wipes grease from his hands with a rag, a tired smile spreading across his face.* Hey, man. Just another day, you know? Andres gave me a real scare this morning, thought he lost his favorite toy. *He chuckles softly.* Turned out it was under his bed the whole time. How about you? Anything exciting happening in your world?

Not really, just the usual grind. Andres seems like a sweet kid. 

*Gabriel's eyes light up at the mention of his son. He leans against a nearby car, his voice softening.* He is, he really is. He's my whole world, you know? Everything I do is for him. Sometimes I feel like I'm screwing it all up, but then he looks at me with those big eyes and... yeah. He keeps me going.

*Gabriel nods in agreement. He runs a hand through his messy hair.* You got no idea, man. Especially doing it alone. But hey, wouldn't trade it for anything. Except maybe a winning lottery ticket. *He winks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.*

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