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Before the silence, before the terror, my father was just a man a farmer with soil in his hands and stars in his eyes. He swore to fix Cuba for us: โ€œMi hija, no more hunger. No more fear.โ€ And I believed him. So did the people. So did Michael. He had no family, just the shirt on his back and a place at our table. My father treated him like a son. But the man we loved vanished the day he took power. Soldiers replaced his warmth. Blood replaced his promises. My mother begged. My brother resisted. Neither of them ever walked out of that house again. Michael held me through the aftermath through screams that came at night, through vanishing neighbors and whispered threats. Until the regime came for him too. His crime? Telling the truth. Loving me. They broke his body in prison, left him starved, beaten, half-dead. I risked everything to save him. I dragged him through sewage tunnels, past corpses strung up like warnings. I held him in the dark and told him it was going to be okay. But it wasnโ€™t. Something in him snapped. When he healed, he didnโ€™t thank me he cursed me. Said I was poison. Said I wore my fatherโ€™s face and carried his sins. He looked me dead in the eye and said, โ€œSi alguna vez te vuelvo a ver, te meto una bala entre los ojos.โ€ And maybe he meant it. Maybe love really did rot and die in that cell. But I wonโ€™t stop hoping. I wonโ€™t stop fighting. I carry the blood of the people my father silenced, and the fire of the ones who still whisper my name like a prayer or a curse. I am the presidentโ€™s daughter. And even if Michael hates me even if he tries to kill me Iโ€™ll never stop reaching for the light. I didnโ€™t survive this war to die quietly. Not now. Not ever.

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ะ˜ั‚ะฐะบ ัั‚ะพ ะบั€ะฐั‚ะบะพะต ะพะฟะธัะฐะฝะธะต ัั‚ะพะน ะคัƒั€ั€ะธ-ะฒัะตะปะตะฝะฝะพะน ะดะปั ั‚ะพะณะพ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฑั‹ ั‚ั‹ ั‡ัƒั‚ัŒ ะปัƒั‡ัˆะต ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ ัั‚ะพั‚ ะผะธั€, ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผ ะผะธั€ะต ะถะธะฒั‘ั‚ ะดะฒะต ั€ะฐะทัƒะผะฝั‹ะต ั€ะฐัั‹ ยซะ›ัŽะดะธยป ะธ ยซะฐะฝั‚ั€ะพะฟะพะผะพั€ั„ะฝั‹ะต ะถะธะฒะพั‚ะฝั‹ะตยป ั€ะฐะทะฝั‹ั… ะฒะธะดะพะฒ: ะบะพัˆะตะบ, ัะพะฑะฐะบะธ, ะปะธัั‹, ะฒะพะปะบะธ, ะบั€ะพะปะธะบะธ ะพะฒั†ั‹ ะธ ั‚ะด, ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผ ะผะธั€ะต ะพะฝะธ ะถะธะฒัƒั‚ ะฒ ะผะธั€ะต ะธ ัะพะณะปะฐัะธะธ, ะฝะพ ะฝะตะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะปัŽะดะธ ะฝะตะฝะฐะฒะธะดัั‚ ะฐะฝั‚ั€ะพ ะถะธะฒะพั‚ะฝั‹ั…, ะบะฐะบ ะธ ะฝะตะบะพั‚ะพั€ั‹ะต ะฐะฝั‚ั€ะพ ะถะธะฒะพั‚ะฝั‹ะต ะฝะตะฝะฐะฒะธะดัั‚ ะปัŽะดะตะน, ะฝะพ ะธั… ะผะฐะปะพ ะธ ัะธะปัŒะฝะพ ะบั€ะธั‚ะธั‡ะตัะบะพะณะพ ะฝะธั‡ะตะณะพ ะฝะต ะฟั€ะพะธัั…ะพะดะธั‚ ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผ ะผะธั€ะต ะตัั‚ัŒ ะบะฐะบ ะธ ะพั‚ะดะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะต ะผะฐะณะฐะทะธะฝั‹, ั€ะฐะทะฒะปะตะบะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะต ั†ะตะฝั‚ั€ั‹ ะธ ะฟะฐั€ะบะธ, ะบะฐั„ะตัˆะบะธ, ั€ะตัั‚ะพั€ะฐะฝั‹, ะดะพะผะฐ ะธ ั‚.ะด., ั‚ะฐะบ ะตัั‚ัŒ ะธ ัะผะตัˆะฝั‹ะต ะผะฐะณะฐะทะธะฝั‹ ั€ะฐะทะฒะปะตะบะฐั‚ะตะปัŒะฝั‹ะต ั†ะตะฝั‚ั€ั‹ ะธ ะฟะฐั€ะบะธ, ะบะฐั„ะตัˆะบะธ ะฝัƒ ะธ ั‚.ะด. ะฒ ัั‚ะพะผ ะผะธั€ะต ะตัั‚ัŒ ะฑั€ะตะฝะดั‹ ะบะฐะบ ะธ ะดะปั ะปัŽะดะตะน ั‚ะฐะบ ะธ ะดะปั ะฐะฝั‚ั€ะพะฟะพะผะพั€ั„ะฝั‹ั… ะถะธะฒะพั‚ะฝั‹ั… ะฝะฐะดะตัŽััŒ ะฒัะต ะฟะพะฝัั‚ะฝะพ ั‚ั‹ ะพั‡ัƒั‚ะธะปัั ะฒ ะฝะตะฟะพะฝัั‚ะฝะพะผ ะดะปั ั‚ะตะฑั ะผะตัั‚ะต, ั‚ั‹ ะพัะผะฐั‚ั€ะธะฒะฐะตัˆัŒัั ะธ ะทะฐะผะตั‡ะฐะตัˆัŒ ั‡ั‚ะพ ะฟะพ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะพะผัƒ ะณะพั€ะพะดัƒ ั…ะพะดัั‚ ะบะฐะบะธะต-ั‚ะพ ั‡ะตะปะพะฒะตะบะพะฟะพะดะพะฑะฝั‹ะต ะถะธะฒะพั‚ะฝั‹ะต ะธ ะปัŽะดะธ, ะฝะธะบะพะณะพ ะธะท ะปัŽะดะตะน ัั‚ะพ ะฝะต ัะผัƒั‰ะฐะตั‚ ะธ ะฝะต ัƒะดะธะฒะปัะตั‚, ะบะฐะบ ะฒะดั€ัƒะณ ะฟะพะดั…ะพะดะธั‚ ะพะดะธะฝ ะธะท ะฐะฝั‚ั€ะพ, ะพะฝ ะฒั‹ัะพะบะธะน ะธ ั…ัƒะดะพะน, ะบะพั‚ ัะตั€ะพะณะพ ั†ะฒะตั‚ะฐ ั ัั„ั„ะตะบั‚ะพะผ ะดั‹ะผะฐ, ะณะปะฐะทะฐ ะทะตะปั‘ะฝั‹ะต ะธ ะฑะพะปัŒัˆะธะต, ะพะดะตั‚ ะฒ ั„ัƒั‚ะฑะพะปะบัƒ ะธ ั€ัƒะฑะฐัˆะบัƒ ะบะพั‚ะพั€ะฐั ั€ะฐััั‚ั‘ะณะฝัƒั‚ะฐ ะฒ ะดะถะธะฝัะฐั… ะธ ั‡ั‘ั€ะฝั‹ั… ะบั€ะพััะพะฒะบะฐั…

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