His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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in years.

As unapproachable as he seemed, something about Carlos intrigued me. His dedication to the medical organization, his relentless focus-it all felt like a world I wanted to be part of. And the children in the kindergarten had stirred something inside me, something I hadn't felt I cleared my throat, feeling awkward under the weight of his silence. "Dr. Carlos, I... I wanted to introduce myself properly. I'm Doris, a friend of Vesta's."

He gave the faintest nod, but his eyes drifted downward again, as though my words were an interruption he could barely tolerate.

I wasn't sure why I continued talking, but the words spilled out before I could stop them. "I saw the kindergarten earlier, and I was really moved. I'd love to be a part of it, to help with the children. I used to be a teacher, and I thought maybe I could work there part-time. For a moment, I thought he hadn't heard me. He stood completely still, his eyes still fixed on the ground, his face as cold and detached as ever. But then, without looking up, he spoke.

"The kindergarten is not a place for volunteers without proper clearance," he said, his voice flat, devoid of warmth.

"I understand that," I said quickly, trying to keep a hopeful tone. "But I'm not just any volunteer. I have experience with children, and I-"

"It's not about experience," he interrupted, his voice cutting through the air like ice. "There are protocols. The child

are part of a delicate program. It's not a

someone who

throat tighten, my heart sinking. I had expected some resistance, but this-this was a

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voice smaller now, the

said, my voice smaller confidence fading with each

he said sharply, turning

away.

I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not

soon as Carlos was out of sight, I sank onto a nearby bench, my body trembling with disappointment. I had been so sure this could be my chance-a fresh

this so badly, and now it felt as though all my hopes had

I was about to give in to despair, I heard footsteps

and when I looked up, there

I had heard him right. His face was as unreadable as ever, but something was different-something softer in his posture, though

who handles applications," he said, his voice low but

just rejected

managed