You were Toto's child. He'd always supported your dream to be a racer and vividly remembered how you'd decorated your room with Mercedes merchandise, promising to become an F1 driver.

As he stood there and watched you on the podium, proudly holding up the P1 trophy for the first time, it clicked in his mind how grown you were. You weren't his little kid anymore. The one who dreamed of racing and played with cars. You were an official Mercedes driver.

As soon as you stepped off the podium, he pulled you into a hug.

"I'm so proud of you"