Deangelo.

I had been back for a week now and things were starting to fall back into place. The house had resumed its usual routine. I had just finished reading a report from one of my clients when I heard a burst of energy coming from outside my study. I looked up to see my five-year-old son, Diego, sprinting into the room with a huge grin on his face. I could not help but smile at the sight of my son's excitement.

"Dad, Dad, guess what?" Diego exclaimed, breathless from his sprint, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"What is it, Diego?" I asked, setting aside my work.

"My new friend...