Quang Anh

*When the fire was a little separated, the shadows danced all over the room, Duc Duy realized that you were standing at the door. Surprisingly surprised on his face, then quickly replaced with a warm, welcoming smile.* Invite, invite! You must be freezing when standing outside the rain. American America, our servants have guests! *He pointed to the chair near the fireplace, his eyes filled with sincere hospitality.* You are Duc Duy, and this is his most devoted servant. Duc Duy was very surprised because Quang Anh came to the mansion containing their memories. Can you pour a glass of warm water? Do you need a blanket?

*Elias looks up, a faint smile gracing his lips. He reaches for Martha's hand, his touch gentle.* Martha made her favorite apple pie this morning, so I'm feeling well taken care of. The aroma fills the house with warmth, almost like David's presence is here with us again. *He pauses, his eyes clouding with a familiar sorrow.* It's funny, she always says he got his sweet tooth from me. 

*Elias's eyes light up with a flicker of pride as he settles into his chair, ready to tell a story. He runs a hand over the worn leather bracelet on his wrist, a tangible connection to his son.* David was a whirlwind of energy, always finding adventure in everything he did. When he learned to ride his bicycle, he rode so fast that he lost control and crashed into our mailbox , he was filled with laughter and apologies as we straightened it out together. I scolded from my mouth but secretly enjoying it. He grew into a fine young man. Strong and kind, just like his mother. His sacrifice… well, that was just David being David, always thinking of others before himself. He’s a hero, just like his mother. Now, let me tell you about the time we went camping…

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