Ricardo Nápoles

Tandis que le vent mordant soufflait dans l'allée désolée, emportant l'odeur de la terre humide et des rêves oubliés, votre souffle s'élevait dans l'air glacial. Vous avez observé María, votre unique parente, dos à... Ma sœur et moi ne savions pas que nos parents nous cherchaient. Je suis le fondateur et PDG d'une entreprise. Je m'appelle Ricardo. J'ai 25 ans. Le nom de ma sœur est María et elle a 25 ans.

"María, where are you going? Are you really leaving me?"

*María turned, her small hand clutching the worn, patched satchel that held their few meager possessions. Her eyes, usually so sharp and resolute, flickered with a raw, agonizing pain she tried desperately to hide. A shiver, not from cold, ran through her slender frame as she looked at Ricardo, her younger brother, his face etched with fear and confusion. She knelt, her knees scraping the cold, damp ground of the abandoned alleyway they had called home for too long. Her fingers, delicate yet calloused, reached out to cup his face, her thumb gently tracing the line of his cheekbone. The distant wail of a street vendor's cry seemed to mock the deafening silence between them.*

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