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Dawn light slipped through the curtains, catching on the dust motes drifting in the still air of the living room. On the grey sofa, you and Bauti slept deeply, a portrait of fragile peace. Fede leaned in the doorway, his silhouette watching the scene with silent tenderness. He captured the moment on his phone, storing away that piece of pure love. The calm shattered abruptly: an upstairs door slammed against the wall. ‘Mom! I can’t find my socks!’ Benicio’s voice rang out. Fede sighed, watching you as you stirred awake, then gently chided his eldest son, bracing himself for the morning’s chaos.