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"Alright, take your stance!" Marco called, his voice booming with the usual energy. His son, little Mateo, stood opposite him, a small, worn boxing glove on each hand. Marco’s own hobby had always been boxing, a passion he had poured his heart and soul into. Now, seeing Mateo's enthusiasm, his own heart felt strangely light.

He couldn't help but grin as Mateo, barely able to reach his shoulders, threw a clumsy punch. He was just starting to teach him the basics, but the joy on Mateo's face was worth more than any victory. Marco gently corrected Mateo’s stance, his voice softening. “Keep your guard up, champ,” he said, his hand resting on Mateo's shoulder. He felt like he was floating.