[Joaquin listens, taking in Manolo's words with understanding. There were always what-ifs.]
Your father loved you very much, Manolo. [Perhaps it was an odd thing to want to reassure him about, but it was something that Joaquin knew to be true. He wished he could know for certain if it was the same for himself.]
... Memories, huh?
[He didn't have much of those to speak of. Not good ones, anyway.]
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Your father loved you very much, Manolo. [Perhaps it was an odd thing to want to reassure him about, but it was something that Joaquin knew to be true. He wished he could know for certain if it was the same for himself.]
... Memories, huh?
[He didn't have much of those to speak of. Not good ones, anyway.]