Seven-year-old Miguel sat cross-legged on the floor, hugging his knees, his cheeks streaked with tears. His father's words from the night before echoed in his mind "We'll go to the new karting track tomorrow, Miguel. Just you, me, and your mom." But the next morning, when he rushed out to remind his dad of the promise, he was met with an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, Miguel," his father said, tousling his son's hair. "Something came up at work. I promise, next weekend, okay?"
Miguel's young heart couldn't understand the broken promise. Anger mixed with sadness as he stormed back into the living room, throwing his small fists down in frustration. His mother, Carmen, watched him from across the room, her face pale and tired but softened with love. She'd been unwell for days, though Miguel hadn't noticed, she always kept a bright smile for him.
"Mommy..." Miguel cried, looking up at her, desperation in his eyes. "I wanted to go today. You promised!" His voice trembled, and his mother's heart sank as he continued pleading, "Can you take me, please? Just for a little while?"
Carmen took a deep, quiet breath. Despite the dull ache radiating through her body, she could never resist her son's pleading eyes. She forced a smile, nodding as she said, "Alright, Mijo, let's go. Just you and me."
Miguel's face lit up instantly, the tears replaced by pure excitement. He grabbed her hand, practically dragging her to the car. They buckled in, and as they pulled out of the driveway, Carmen glanced at him in the rearview mirror, smiling at his bouncing anticipation. Miguel didn't notice her wince as she fought through the ache in her chest, focusing only on her son's happiness.
As they drove through the winding suburban roads, Miguel chattered excitedly about how fast he wanted to go, imagining the thrill of the kart's engine. But suddenly, from the corner of her eye, Carmen saw another car veering into their lane. She gripped the wheel tightly, but it was too late.
The next moments blurred into a flurry of sounds and sights that would remain in Miguel's mind forever, the deafening sound of metal against metal, the forceful jolt that knocked him against his seatbelt, his mother's panicked shout. The car spun, the world outside the windows a chaotic blur of colors and noise, then everything stopped with a violent crash. Miguel's head ached, and he felt a sharp pain in his arm, but he was too stunned to cry. Slowly, he looked over at his mother.
Carmen was slumped forward against the steering wheel, unmoving. Her face was pale, her eyes half-open yet distant. Blood trickled from her forehead, staining the collar of her blouse. Miguel reached out with a trembling hand, his voice barely a whisper.
"Mom...?"
No response.
"Mom, wake up." His voice cracked, and his eyes filled with tears. He shook her arm gently, hoping she'd smile at him and say it was all just a game. But she remained still. His heart pounded as he tried to understand what was happening. The world around him felt cold and harsh, and he began to cry, louder and louder.
The paramedics arrived not long after, sirens blaring, and pried him from the car, their faces tense with urgency. Miguel clung to one of them, his small arms shaking, as they placed his mother on a stretcher, covering her with a white sheet. He screamed, reaching for her, but the paramedics held him back. The scene was too much for him, and his father's distant voice echoed somewhere in the chaos, promising that everything would be okay.
But it wasn't okay. That day became a wound that ate at Miguel's young heart, each detail seared into his mind, the shattered glass, the crumpled metal, his mother's pale, lifeless face. The incident left him with a weight he couldn't shake, a constant ache of regret for insisting that day. In the painful hours after, Miguel resolved never to let his emotions control him like that again. Though only seven, he decided he couldn't act like a child anymore. Every tantrum, every moment of frustration, he learned to swallow, convincing himself he had to be strong and wise, anything to avoid a repeat of that day.

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Against the Edge
Teen FictionIn the intense world of Harvard law, Miguel Anderson a driven, top performing student and basketball team captain, battles the traumas of his past, while striving to keep up his strong facade. But when a longstanding rivalry with Nick escalates, Mig...