This is it. Xavi sighs and continues to fold the clothes, arranging the luggage he is going to bring for a one-week training session.
Xavi is busy ironing the clothes he is going to wear later.
Kervy is busy playing when suddenly he comes near to his father's leg and hugs him.
"Daddy, can I go with you?" Kervy asked.
"How I wish I could bring you, baby..." Xavi wiped his imaginary tears and sniffed. He turns back the iron temperature to zero and unplugs it from the socket.
Kervy pouted and got inside Xavi's luggage and fit himself comfortably on it.
Xavi keeps the flat ironing safe place to cool it down fold the iron board and place it back to its proper place. He looks at his son who is just staring at him wherever he goes.
Xavi becomes teary-eyed for real. He will miss his son fo
