it’s been a rough morning. Benito has been back and forth taking care of you and your four year old daughter. You both got the flu and he’s been running all around the house. One of the times he left to go check on Valeria he was gone for a while. You feel okay enough to just walk down the hallway. Getting closer to her bedroom you hear his hushed voice. He’s swaying her in his arms

Mi Vida. Quiero que te sientas mejor.