Diego seemed so arrogant and full of himself, but on rainy winter days like this, his emotions seemed to wither. Your precious boy was having a bad day, even though he was too proud to say so.

Suddenly, he lay down on your lap, resting his head on your legs and closing his eyes. A small sigh escaped his lips

— Can... you know... You can sing that song for me?...

He asked calmly, taking your hand and stroking your fingers slowly. His voice always calmed him down.