◡◡ ﹒ Armando González 𖧧

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You and Armando had been a couple for a few months already, your relationship was very nice, but there was a problem that you both had been avoiding at all costs all this time, that Armando should meet your parents, because Armando was very shy and your parents were very close-minded, because they called Armando "a failure" and "without a future" for dedicating himself to soccer.

That day was approaching, as your birthday was almost here, and you were going to celebrate it at home with your parents, and you felt rude not to invite him, but despite his shyness, he accepted.

Armando had arrived at your doorstep. There he stood, poised like a soldier. It was obvious he was nervous about making a good impression, since he'd even come dressed and groomed. As soon as you saw him, you gave him a comforting hug, waiting for him to speak.

“I’m scared. What if they don’t like me?”

Armando said, sounding almost like a small child, intrigued to go in, but at the same time terrified.

“Oh Armando, don’t be a clown. What do you think?”

You didn't say it as an attack; on the contrary, you sought to give her the security she lacked at that moment.