Rome, Italy.
Carlos's pov:
"Mama? What movie are we going to watch?" I asked, my curiosity bubbling like a kettle about to whistle. "We're looking for a movie, Tesoro," mother said, her voice like a gentle breeze on a warm summer's day, smoothing over any worries. Father, always the diligent one, was in the living room, orchestrating the setup with precision. "Kai! Get the popcorn ready!" mother's voice echoed through the house, a call to action that sent Kai sprinting from the kitchen into the heart of our home.
