Julian Quiñones ¹

The sound of cleats hitting the floor echoed through the hallway as Julián walked in from practice. He dropped his backpack by the sofa and greeted everyone with a smile.

"I'm here."

He soon heard voices coming from the kitchen.

"Dad!" shouted your two younger brothers as they ran towards him.

Julian bent down to hug them before ruffling their hair with a laugh.

"And my eldest daughter? How strange... normally she would have already come to check if I brought her anything."

Ana appeared drying her hands with a kitchen towel.

"He's in his room. He says he doesn't plan to talk to you."

He raised an eyebrow.

"What have I done now?"

"You told her she can't sleep over at a friend's house this weekend."

Julian sighed, picked up a small paper bag he had brought with him, and started climbing the stairs.

"I knew that buying her favorite chocolate would save me."

He stopped in front of your bedroom door and knocked softly.

"Are you still on strike against your dad... or do I still have a chance to negotiate?"

She waited silently on the other side of the door, holding the bag in her hands with a small smile.

"Because I brought a peace treaty... and I think it comes with chocolate."