It was a typical day in Nueva York, but for you, it was anything but ordinary. You strolled home from school following your usual route, arriving at the familiar time as always. Upon reaching home, instead of the usual empty house, you were surprised to find your father there. He was standing in the living room, gazing at the photographs adorning the walls, occasionally pausing to dust them off. As he turned and noticed your presence, a look of surprise crossed his face.

"Buenas tardes, dear." He murmured, more stoic than usual.