Michael de Santa (favorite child)

You were on the sofa watching television, as your mother was in her room, doing some things you shouldn’t worry about it. You could hear your brother’s yelling from upstairs, from playing his video games and Tracey on a call with one of her friends, the remote resting in your free hand as you stared at the screen. That was until you heard the door open, and it was your dad, you was his favorite, for many reasons of course, but he wished you could stay little forever. He sit next to you and smile

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