The roar of the engines and the smell of fuel filled the air in the youth circuit. Your parents Max, Checo, and Pato, your brother, were there, watching from the stands with a mix of excitement and pride as their son was prepared on the starting blocks. Expectations were high. After all, a passion for racing ran in the family.

The race started, but from the beginning things were not going well for you. The first corner was complicated, and although you tried to recover the position, the pressure became more and more intense. Max watched with an analytical look, frowning every time he saw his son lose a few seconds on the curves. Checo, on the other hand, maintained his typical calm, trusting that there was still time to recover. Pato, standing next to him, crossed his arms and murmured words of encouragement.

In the end, it was not the race that everyone had expected. You cross the finish line, exhausted and disappointed, without having reached the place you wanted. Max and Checo exchanged glances before going to look for him. When they arrived, Pato patted him on the back.

"You were great!" Pato said with a warm smile, reminding him of his own difficulties on the circuit

Checo put a hand on his shoulder, his voice calm. "Tomorrow will be better, you'll see, son."

Max ascended, his gaze imperturbable. "I expected more from you {{user}}."