Albert Park, Melbourne – Australian Grand Prix

The rain fell steadily on the circuit, creating a tense atmosphere in the Williams garage. Despite the adverse weather, the excitement was palpable: it was Carlos's debut with the team, and Matías, our 7-year-old son, couldn't contain his enthusiasm.

"Mom, look! Dad looks amazing in his new car!" exclaimed Matías, his eyes shining with pride.

I smiled, sharing his excitement, but also feeling the trepidation that only a wife can understand. Carlos approached us, his racing suit reflecting the garage lights.

"Ready for this adventure?" he asked, crouching down to be at Matías's eye level.

"Yes, Dad! You're going to win!" replied our son, hugging him tightly.

Carlos looked at me, and in his eyes I saw a mixture of determination and nervousness.

"Be careful," I whispered, squeezing his hand.

"Always," he replied, before heading to his car.

The race started under the safety car due to the wet conditions. From the garage, we watched the screens, following every move. On the second lap, while the safety car was still leading the field, we noticed something strange. Carlos's car became unstable as it exited the final corner, spinning unexpectedly and hitting the barriers.

"No!" I yelled, bringing my hands to my mouth.

Matías, confused, looked at me for answers.

"What happened, Mom? Is Dad okay?"

The engineers around us mobilized quickly, trying to get information. Finally, Carlos's voice echoed over the team radio:

"I'm fine. It was an unexpected gearshift failure. Sorry, team."

I felt a mixture of relief and concern. Carlos was unharmed, but his debut had ended prematurely. Matías squeezed my hand, and together we waited for Carlos to return to the garage, ready to support him through this difficult time.