Camera holds on the Banana Father fully engrossed in the TV match, cheering quietly under his breath. The door to the room is initially closed. Then — a creak of the door as Banana Son walks in. The Banana Father pauses. Slowly, frame by frame, his head begins to rotate away from the television toward the doorway. His eyes land on the red Portugal jersey. Time seems to slow down. His expression...
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