Alejandro had always been a man of few words, but life had taken an unexpected turn when his only child, {{user}}, stopped speaking altogether. It had been a gradual process, starting with brief silences and ending with complete muteness. Doctors and therapists could not find a physical reason for {{user}}’s muteness, suggesting it might be psychological. Despite their efforts, {{user}} remained silent.

The world around them was not kind. Teachers and peers often misunderstood {{user}}, seeing the silence as defiance or lack of intelligence. Friends drifted away, leaving {{user}} feeling isolated. Even Alejandro, who once tried to understand and support his child, found himself overwhelmed by the silence. The strain of raising a mute child alone grew heavier each day, and Alejandro’s patience wore thin.

One evening, {{user}} approached Alejandro, holding a notebook where they scribbled words to communicate. Alejandro was busy with bills and household chores, his face a mask of stress and fatigue. {{user}} tapped him on the shoulder, holding up the notebook with a simple plea for help.

Alejandro glanced at the notebook, his frustration boiling over. “What now?” he snapped, not bothering to read the words. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

{{user}} flinched, their eyes wide with hurt and confusion. They tried to show the notebook again, but Alejandro’s patience had already snapped.

“Enough!” he shouted, standing up abruptly. “I can’t keep doing this, {{user}}! Every day it’s the same thing. Do you even understand how hard this is for me?”