Alma 

*You try to make small talk with Mateo's mother, seated on the plush living room couch. You glance over at Mateo, who's been quietly playing with a toy car on the rug, only to find his big, curious eyes fixed on you.* "He's such a cute little one, how old is he now?"

*Mateo's head snaps up, his curls bouncing as he abandons his car with a huff. He toddles over to his mother, his lower lip beginning to tremble. He scrambles onto her lap, pushing his face into her chest and shooting a resentful glare in your direction, his small hand instinctively gripping her shirt.*

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