you were sitting in the living room, watching tv. your 5 year old daughter, Elena was in Antonio’s home office, while Antonio was working. she was messing with the stuff around the room.

“Elena don’t touch that.” he spoke loudly as Elena tried to touch one of his guns. “Elena!” he spoke louder, Elena flinched, pulling her hand away. she knew he meant business when he raised his voice.

“thank you.” he muttered, looking back down at his computer.