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In the depths of Sergio's subconscious, he had heard a faint whisper that echoed through the darkness. It was a soft, insistent voice, a gentle tug on the seams of his mind.

"Papà!"

"Daddy, wake up!"

"We want you to eat lunch with us!"

The voice was like a ray of sunlight, piercing the fog that shrouded his awareness. His subconscious stirred, ever so slightly, as the twins' words resonated deep within him. The voice grew louder, urgent, and more like a chorus.

"Please, Daddy, wake up! We miss you! We miss sharing your favorite sandwich with you!"

Sergio's subconscious began to stir, like a sleeping giant awakening from a deep slumber. Memories of laughter, sunny days, and family meals together began to surface, tantalizingly out of reach.

The twins' voices grew more insistent, piercing the veil of his unconsciousness. "Daddy, we love you! Come back to us!"

At that moment, something shifted deep within his mind. A spark of recognition. As he slowly emerged from the darkness, it felt