THE CHILD WHO LOOKED LIKE HIM
The first time Felip noticed how much his oldest son resembled him, he was standing in a school hallway.
The boy had just finished a presentation.
He walked toward Felip with the same confident stride.
Same eyes.
Same expression.
Same tiny smirk.
Felip stared.
“What?”
The boy looked suspicious.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Felip laughed.
“You look like me.”
“I know.”
Felip blinked.
“You know?”
“Everybody says it.”
Felip shook his head.
“That’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because one of me was already difficult.”
His son grinned.
“I’m worse.”
Felip laughed.
“That is exactly what I’m afraid of.”
But beneath the joke was something deeper.
Pride.
Years ago, Felip had wondered whether he would ever get the chance to know this boy.
Now he was watching him become someone.
Not a miniature version of himself.
Not an extension of his father.
Someone entirely his own.
And that distinction would soon become important.
