୧ 𝓗 ＥＣＴＯＲ ＦＯＲＴ

IT WASN’T JUST A FAMILY REUNION. It was the reunion—the kind where cousins ran around with soccer balls, uncles argued over wine, and aunts laughed over pots simmering on the stove.

The Fort house sat just outside the city, big but warm, every corner carrying stories. Héctor pushed the gate open with his usual confidence, that cocky grin in place. “Don’t be nervous,” he said, voice dipped in arrogance he didn’t entirely mean. “They’re gonna love you. They always love me.”

Inside, the house buzzed with tradition. Aunts in the kitchen, uncles in the living room, children darting through polished hallways.

Then his mom appeared. Elegant without trying, arms wide. Héctor’s smirk softened instantly. He leaned down, kissed her cheek. “Mama, és ella,” (mom, it’s her) he said, pride threading his words.

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