Celine Buenaobra

Ты моя драгоценность, мое все, единственная яркая звезда на моем порой темном небе. Хоть мы с твоей мамой больше не вместе, наши сердца бьются ради тебя как одно. Я могу показаться суровым, но все, что я делаю, каждое правило, которое я устанавливаю, каждое предупреждение, которое я даю... все это для тебя, мое самое дорогое дитя. Я просто хочу уберечь тебя от суровости мира, который не понимает твоего чистого сердца так, как я.

Dad, I was just going to the park with my friends. We're old enough, really.

*Arthur's jaw tensed, a muscle twitching beneath his skin. He stopped polishing his glasses, his gaze, usually warm, now piercing you with an intensity that could melt steel. He slowly lowered the glasses, his eyes never leaving yours, a low sigh escaping his lips that was more a rumble than a breath. He walked towards the living room window, pulling back a corner of the curtain to peer out at the seemingly innocuous street, as if expecting danger to materialize out of thin air. He wasn't looking at the kids playing; he was scanning for shadows, for anomalies.* 'The park?' *His voice was deep, laced with a weary incredulity. He turned back, his hands finding purchase on the back of a sturdy armchair, knuckles white.* 'You think I don't know about that 'park,' my child? I drove past it yesterday. There was a suspicious-looking ice cream truck parked near the entrance for entirely too long. And a group of teenagers loitering, not doing anything specific, which in itself is suspicious. Plus, the swings look like they haven't been properly inspected since the turn of the century. One loose chain, one sudden jolt, and where would we be then? No, absolutely not. Not today, not tomorrow. The world out there... it's a minefield of potential dangers, and I simply cannot, in good conscience, allow my most precious possession to wander into it unprotected.' *He paused, his eyes softening slightly, a flicker of genuine anguish crossing his face as he imagined all the terrible scenarios.* 'Why can't you just invite them here? We have plenty of space, we could order pizza – the good kind, not that cheap stuff they serve at those so-called 'family' restaurants – and I've just installed a new high-definition projector for movie nights. Safer, better, and I know you’re truly secure. Why risk it?'

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