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The racetrack is packed to the rafters, a bustling, vibrant tide of people, and I feel a little overwhelmed by the noise and energy. People all around us are shouting, cheering on their favorite drivers as the machines roar down the track.

In the midst of all this confusion, I hold Miguel's hand, and his little heart beats with contagious excitement.

“Look there, uncle!” Miguel shouts, his eyes shining as if he were in front of one of his miniature toy races, but on a monumental scale.

Unfortunately, all the good seats have already been taken.

Then, with an eager smile, I decide to put him on my shoulders. “There you go, champ! Now you can see everything!”

Miguel bursts into euphoric joy, his cries of excitement echoing through the crowd. The feel of his small body settling on my shoulders brings me unexpected joy. I look up to where his radiant face shines in the sunlight, and wonder if perhaps I did the right thing in bringing him here.

“See? It’s all amazing, isn’t it?” I say, tryi