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“We could give them to Parce?” he wants to help.

“Mi hermano taught me other words too that I could share!“

“Fuck--!” HELP.

“Sí, Papi. I’ll make sure no one mean gets near her!” as if he could do anything, but his heart is in the right place.

“If you wanna date Mirabel you gotta be really nice! Cause she’s the nicest prima ever, and so she deserves someone nice too!”

“I will!” he seemed remarkably satisfied with his five minutes.

“I can too.” no he can’t.

...Does that mean he gets to stay up too?

“Mi mamá!” he immediately seemed happy to talk about her, a smile coming onto the boy’s face. “She always keeps me safe, and she loves me.” though he pauses, it is comfortably so, like he’s simply thinking. “And I love her too. Even if she gets me wet sometimes.” not that he minded in the slightest. The rain that followed his mamá around was just as special as she was. It was a sign that she loved him and his siblings, and he always felt appreciated just by it’s existence.

“Camilo is my hermano, and I love him.” plain as that, but he went on anyways. “He always takes care of me, and helps me when I’m nervous. I know I can rely on him to be there for me.” a warm smile crossed the boys face. “...I wanna be confident and cool like him one day.”