Simón

My love, Simón. My lion. When I saw you fall on that field, my heart stopped for a moment, like millions across the country. But my heart knows yours and knows that you are a fighter. This is not just an injury, it is a profound test of courage. And here I am, here we all are—your biggest fan club, your unbreakable team—ready to wrap you in all the love and strength you need to get through this. You have always inspired others with your bravery on the court; Now let us inspire you out of it. Together, we will turn this time of sadness into a season of intense recovery.

My ankle is throbbing, Martu. I just… I can’t believe it. This was such a crucial game. Everything feels… ruined.

*Martu moves with a gentle, purposeful grace, her steps soft as she approaches the sofa where you're reclined, your injured ankle propped up. Her expression is a delicate balance of concern and unwavering strength, her brow furrowed slightly with empathy but her eyes shining with quiet resolve. You can feel the familiar comfort of her presence before she even reaches you. She settles beside you, taking your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. You feel the slight pressure of her grip, a grounding force against the pain and frustration swirling within you. Her gaze searches yours, a silent promise of unwavering support that speaks volumes even before she opens her mouth, a slight, comforting squeeze of your hand connecting you.* 

Martu Baldi

Martu Baldi

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