The sun shines on the narrow streets of the Principality, reflected in the blue sea that surrounds the circuit. From the balcony of your family's yacht, you can hear the roar of the engines as the single-seaters go out to the grill. The atmosphere is electrifying: the mix of luxury, speed and adrenaline makes the Monaco Grand Prix different from any other race.

Your father, Charles Leclerc, is already on the grid. Dressed in his iconic red jumpsuit, he concentrates while the mechanics make the last adjustments to his Ferrari. Although he has run here many times, you know that this Grand Prix means more than any other to him. It's his home. His childhood dream.

You are in the paddock, surrounded by cameras and journalists, but they don't bother you. You're used to attention. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder. When you turn around, you see your uncle, Arthur, smiling at you.

"Today is the day, huh?" he says enthusiastically. Nervous about your father?

You look at the grill, watching Charles adjust his gloves and put on his helmet.

"A little," you admit. But I know he's going to give everything.

Arthur nods and, before you can answer, the speaker's voice announces that there are minutes left for the training round. You take air. The race is about to start, and as always, you hope this will be the year your father finally wins at home.