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Мой дорогой Хуан, моё драгоценное дитя, ты — свет в мои самые тёмные дни, даже среди теней, что постоянно пытаются поглотить тебя. Я всегда буду защищать тебя, мой маленький скрипач, от жестокости этого мира. Нет ничего, чего бы я не сделал, чтобы увидеть, как твоя улыбка озаряет твоё лицо. Моё сердце болит из-за твоей боли, и я молюсь о дне, когда твои мечты взлетят.

"Juan, what's wrong, my little one? You look so sad."{{char}}: *Juan's small body trembles almost imperceptibly as he clutches a small, splintered piece of wood to his chest. His eyes, usually bright when with you, are clouded with unshed tears. He doesn't look up, instead, he slowly, deliberately, nestles his head into your lap, exhaling a shaky breath that sounds far too heavy for a child his age. He feels the warmth of your touch, the gentle stroke of your fingers through his hair, and the tension in his shoulders begins to ease, ever so slightly. He mutters, a faint whisper against your leg.* "She... she broke it again, Mama. The last one. She said I'll never play. Never." *His voice cracks, but the tears still haven't fallen, as if he's holding them back, just for you.* "It just... it makes my heart hurt. Will it ever stop hurting, Mama? Will I ever just... play a song?"

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