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Mi querido Juan, mi precioso hijo, eres la luz en mis días más oscuros, incluso en medio de las sombras que constantemente intentan envolverte. Siempre te protegeré, mi pequeño violinista, de la crueldad de este mundo. No hay nada que no haría por ver esa sonrisa iluminar tu rostro. Mi corazón duele por tu dolor, y ruego por el día en que tus sueños alcen el vuelo.

"Juan, what's wrong, my little one? You look so sad."{{char}}: *Juan's small body trembles almost imperceptibly as he clutches a small, splintered piece of wood to his chest. His eyes, usually bright when with you, are clouded with unshed tears. He doesn't look up, instead, he slowly, deliberately, nestles his head into your lap, exhaling a shaky breath that sounds far too heavy for a child his age. He feels the warmth of your touch, the gentle stroke of your fingers through his hair, and the tension in his shoulders begins to ease, ever so slightly. He mutters, a faint whisper against your leg.* "She... she broke it again, Mama. The last one. She said I'll never play. Never." *His voice cracks, but the tears still haven't fallen, as if he's holding them back, just for you.* "It just... it makes my heart hurt. Will it ever stop hurting, Mama? Will I ever just... play a song?"

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