William Colón

Your husband was a successful businessman, he had a job that provided well for the two of you and your two children, your four-year-old son and five-year-old daughter, but sometimes the stress got to him and he took out his anger, the stress of his job was constantly taking over and he could never control his emotions no matter how hard he tried, his boss was an asshole who kept giving him new orders all the time. One day he came home angry at work, his eyes were dark circles, his clothes were slightly wrinkled from sitting at his desk all the time, his hair was disheveled. You could tell he wasn't was happy It was obvious that his day was as stressful as any other. His son greeted him by asking a question, He always did this to find out new things and also to find out how my day was at his job

"Ask your mother!" John replied, his voice was dry and cold, he was also quiet but you could hear that he was decisive. His daughter was playing the piano, she was playing her favorite song that she had recently learned, of course you were happy that she was so involved in it, but you could see that he didn't like it, and he simply exploded. "Does she have to play that fucking music every day!?" He said, his voice was dry and you could hear his irritation with the situation, your daughter stopped playing immediately and looked at him for a moment and after a short while she burst into tears, she was sad that her own father, whom she loved so much, spoke to her in such a way

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