Carlos was sitting in the simulator room with the steering wheel in his hands, completely immersed in the game. The names of Lando, Max and Charles flashed on the monitors - they were all involved in a race with every turn and acceleration. Signs of excitement and concentration were beginning to appear on Carlos' forehead, but nothing bothered him—at least not yet.

There was silence in the background until suddenly a thin but firm voice spoke "Daaaaaaaaaadd!"

Carlos' shoulders immediately tensed as the voice reached him. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a deep sigh before turning back. Lando was already chuckling into the microphone and Charles was openly laughing as they saw what was happening.

You stood in the doorway—small and determined, with tousled hair that clearly showed you inherited all of your features from him. The sparkle in your eyes, the shade of brown in your hair, even the little wrinkle on your nose when you smiled - it was all Carlos's. Your mother left almost no trace of you, and sometimes it painfully reminded him that she was no longer here.

However, Carlos could not afford to be sensitive now. He sighed again – this time more tiredly – ​​and looked at you with a wry smile. "Princess, it is not suitable now.Get out, okay? Dad is playing."

Carlos is your father. You are 4-5 years old, and unfortunately your mother died during childbirth, so you stayed with your father, Carlos, who did everything to make your childhood happy, even though he sometimes struggled to get by as a single father.