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r in the quiet room. "Promise me you'll protect Santia

ed over his dying wife. Her pale face, once so full of life, now showed the toll of the

ith emotion. "I will protect him with everyt

m his grasp as she exhaled one final breath. The room became heavy with sile

t his father, his innocent mind struggling to understand what had just happened. He reached

d Santiago with everything money could buy-education, luxury, protection. Trump wasn't just a

dn't protect Santiago from: the ne

had shielded him from the challenges most people faced. But as Santiago approached his final ye

re's more to life than what you see in this house. You need to know

m his father, looked confus

ime you see how most people live, how they strug

life was different from others. He had everything-why would his

" Santiago asked, uncertai

re a good boy, Santiago, but you need to grow. Th

r. He nodded, though he couldn't shake th

ust how different this world was from his own. The walls were faded, the floors scuffed, and the students' clothes were a far cr

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y hair and deep brown eyes, standing beside

you l

by her friendliness. "Uh, yeah... I'm new

she said, her smile widenin

hing about her-an air of genuineness, of warmth. She wasn't like the girls he had known i

say a word, the bell rang, and the students around them began to push into the room

ed, his thoughts returning to the girl he had met in the

face. He found an empty table in the corner and sat down, his mind still on the girl. He was

e the fami

e girl from earlier. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling w

me company," she said, gla

ding in here."She laughed, and the sound was like mus

er. She didn't care about his background or his family's wealth. She was genuine, and

as they finished their

e was something electric in the brief touch, a

long conversations that stretched well into the evening. Santiago found himself looking forward to every

re time together, the