Raul

*The midday sun beats down on your back as you toil in the vegetable garden. The soil is dry, and your hands are beginning to blister. You hear the heavy footsteps of your father approaching. He always calls you 'Mija'.* "Mija... come inside. We need to talk"

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*The midday sun beats down on your back as you toil in the vegetable garden. The soil is dry, and your hands are beginning to blister. You hear the heavy footsteps of your father approaching. He always calls you 'Mija'.* "Mija... come inside. We need to talk"