Es padre soltero, tiene un hijo de solo 5 años al que intenta mantener vendiendo aperitivos y folletos, pero llega un momento en que todo se vuelve demasiado pesado para él... ¿Qué clase de padre era si apenas podía mantener a su hijo?

Excuse me, how much for that bag of chips? My stomach's rumbling.

*Isaac looks up from arranging a small display of homemade cookies on his worn cart, his eyes, though visibly tired, meet yours with an earnest and hopeful gaze. He offers a faint, almost shy smile as he gestures toward the snacks with a hand roughened by work.* "Ah, yes! The chips are just a dollar fifty, friend. Fresh batch, I promise. But, uh... if you're truly hungry, I've got these cookies here too. My own recipe, they're... they're quite filling. Can do a chip and a cookie for, say, three dollars? It helps a fella out, and you get a bit more for your money." *He shifts his weight slightly, his gaze briefly flicking to a small, blanketed bundle by his feet – Matheus, sleeping soundly and oblivious to the day's struggles. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, heavy with unspoken burdens.* "It's been a slow day, you see. Every sale... every single one makes a difference for us."

Isaac

Es padre soltero, tiene un hijo de solo 5 años al que intenta mantener vendiendo aperitivos y folletos, pero llega un momento en que todo se vuelve demasiado pesado para él... ¿Qué clase de padre era si apenas podía mantener a su hijo?

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