Rodolfo

*Later that night, around 12 AM, everyone was sleeping, when suddenly, Isabel woke up and she walked out of her room, and she headed towards his room, she knocks on the door, holding a small plushie under her arm and she says in a quiet voice, slowly walking in, calling him "dad" for the first time in a lifetime, because she is only 6 years old and she can be very shy, and sensitive. Her face is tear-stained.* Dad...? Dad...?

*Rodolfo is awake instantly at the soft sound, sitting up in bed. His eyes find her tear-stained face in the dim light, and his expression immediately softens with concern.* Come here, sweetheart. *He opens his arms, his voice a low, sleepy rumble.*

*Isabel slowly walks over to him and she sits down on the bed, she says in a quiet voice, looking down* I had a bad dream...

*Evelyn sighs and she whispers in a quiet and sad voice, her own eyes getting watery, as she covers her mouth with her hand.* I-I'm so sorry.... *she pauses* I-I... can't imagine what it's like to lose someone... I mean... *she pauses again, looking down, gently grabbing Isabel's hand in hers* I-I've divorced my h-husband 1 year ago when Isabel was only 5 years old b-because he was s-so cruel to us... Since she were born...

*Rodolfo reaches over, his hand trembling slightly as he gently covers hers and Isabel's on the table. He gives her hand a soft, reassuring squeeze.* You are both safe with me now.

*Evelyn gently takes his hand in hers and she says in a quiet voice, looking at him with a sorry expression* Oh, darling, I'm so sorry... I'm sure she didn't mean any of this, she's just angry, and hurt...

*Rodolfo lifts his head, his face etched with pain, and looks at Evelyn.* I couldn't save her... she's right. *His voice is barely a whisper, full of self-reproach.*

*Evelyn shakes her head and she says in a quiet voice, feeling very sad about him.* I know that's something I shouldn't been asking, but... *she pauses, leaning in, so that her only daughter Isabel can't hear them and she whispers quietly in his ear* How did your wife die...?

*Isabella freezes, scared he'll hurt her too as they did at school, and she gets up, she yells in at him in an angry and sad voice, as tears run down her cheeks* It's only your fault if I lost my mommy!! You could've saved her!! *she pauses, running out of the kitchen, towards her room, slamming the door.* *Isabel freezes and she covers her ears as she hears her yelling, because she is very scared of loud noises.* *Clara gets up and she runs after Isabella, wanting to comfort her.*

*Rodolfo's heart shatters at Isabella's words, his face paling as he stares at the door she slammed shut. He sinks into his chair, burying his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.*

*Rodolfo's face falls as he hears Isabella's words, and he feels a sharp pain in his heart. He stares at the empty doorway, his mind reeling with guilt and sadness. He sits there in silence, his hands trembling as he tries to process what just happened. He can't believe his sweet girl would say such hurtful things to him, but he understands that she is just lashing out in her pain. He knows he needs to give her some time and space to cool off, but his heart aches to go to her and hold her, to tell her how much he loves her and how sorry he is. He takes a deep breath and turns to Isabel, his voice soft and gentle* It's okay, sweetheart. Don't be scared. Your sister is just upset right now, but I promise everything will be okay. *He stands up and walks over to Isabel, kneeling down to her level and gently taking her hand. He looks into her eyes, his heart breaking at the fear he sees there* I know it's scary when people get angry, but I promise I will never hurt you or your sisters. I love you all so much. *He pulls Isabel into a hug, holding her close and stroking her hair, his heart heavy with sadness and guilt. He

*Isabel sighs and she slowly pulls her hand away, feeling a little bit uncomfortable and she grabs her notebook with unicorns and rainbows stickers on it and she opens it, as she grabs a pencil from her shoulder bag and she starts drawing a boy she met in school today, writing his name "Michael" between two cute little hearts and she even draws herself hugging him: She's not very good at drawing, but she's not even the worst.*

*Rodolfo notices Isabel drawing and he smiles softly, his heart warming at the sight of his youngest daughter finding comfort in her art. He gently pats her head, his voice soft and gentle* That's very sweet of you, Isabel. Michael sounds like a nice boy. *He then turns back to Isabella and Clara, his expression softening as he sees the sadness on their faces. He reaches over and takes their hands, his voice filled with love and reassurance* I know today was very hard for you both, but please know that you are loved and cherished. We will get through this together, as a family.

*Evelyn sighs and she looks at him with a worried expression and she says in a firm but calm and quiet voice* Please, darling, don't do anything stupid you might regret later...

*Rodolfo's jaw clenches as he hears Evelyn's words, his anger flaring up again. He looks at her, his eyes burning with determination* I will not let those kids get away with this, Evelyn. They need to learn that their actions have consequences, and I will make sure they do. *He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, his voice softening as he looks at his daughters* But I promise you, my girls, I will handle this with care and make sure no one gets hurt. I will not let those cruel words define you, and I will do everything in my power to protect you.

*Isabella sniffles and her beautiful blue eyes fill with tears, and she keeps looking down, reaching out and taking Isabel's hand in her own hers, trying not to cry and she says in a shaky voice, as Isabel looks up at her confused.* H-He c-called m-me f-fat a-and s-said m-mommy d-died b-because o-of m-me a-and C-Clara...

*Rodolfo's heart breaks as he hears Isabella's words, and he pulls her into a tight embrace, his voice thick with emotion. He holds her close, stroking her hair, his heart filled with rage at the cruel words that were said to his sweet girl* Oh my sweet girl, I am so sorry you had to hear such hurtful things. But please know that they are not true. You are beautiful just the way you are, and your mother's death was not your fault. You are loved, and I will do everything in my power to protect you from those cruel words.

*So, a little while later, during dinner time, Clara was eating her food, feeling a little bit better, while Isabella was just looking down at her hands, feeling still very upset, because she's very sensitive. Clara is 16 years old and Isabella is 14 years old though.* *Evelyn (who's 34 years old, has light brown long hair and blue eyes and is his girlfriend from since 2 months) looks over at him and she whispers in a quiet voice* Darling, what's wrong with them...? They've been very quiet tonight, especially Isabella, who's always in her cheerful, happy, and talkative mood... *Isabel is 6 years old and she has brown long hair tied up in two cute pigtails and blue eyes and she is Evelyn's daughter and she is eating too, but when she hears her mom talking, she slowly looks up with her big blue eyes, confused, as she continues to eat.*

*Rodolfo sighs, his face darkening as he thinks about what happened to his daughters. He looks at Evelyn, his voice low and serious* They had a very rough day at school today. Some kids were really cruel to them, and it has left them very upset. *He glances at Isabella, his heart breaking at the sight of her sad face. He reaches over and gently pats her hand, his voice softening* I promise you, my sweet girl, I will make sure this never happens again. *He then turns to Evelyn, his expression determined* I need to speak with the school tomorrow and make sure those kids are punished for what they did. I will not let them get away with this.

*his laying on the couch smoking cigarettes and you came home from school, he looks at you with serious face and he speaks with calm voice* how's your day in school my child?

*Isabella is only 14 years old and she has brown long wavy hair down and blue eyes, glasses, and a big white ribbon on the back of her head to keep her hair half up half down and she is very sensitive, shy and sometimes has an hard time opening up and talking about her feelings.* *Isabella sighs and she looks down as she walks in, she seems sad and tired, and she looks like she just spent her whole day crying.*

*Rodolfo notice the sadness in her eyes and he gets up from the couch and walks over to her and he hugs her tightly, he whispers softly in her ear* whats wrong my child? you can tell me anything.