Iker, a spirited 14-year-old with a head full of dreams and a heart brimming with love for the ocean, balanced his board under one arm. His sandy blonde hair tousled by the gentle breeze, he felt the familiar thrill of anticipation as he gazed at the rolling waves. His parents, standing a few meters away, waved with encouraging smiles. "I can do this," he whispered to himself, the scent of saltwater invigorating his senses.
Iker's mother, a gentle woman with eyes as bright as the ocean, turned to his father with a soft smile. "He’s been practicing so hard for this competition," she said, her voice a blend of pride and concern. Iker's father, a tall man with a reassuring presence, nodded. "He’s got the determination. I just hope he remembers to have fun," he replied, adjusting his sun hat as he watched their son venture into the surf.
Iker lay flat on his board, paddling with steady strokes. Each wave carried him further from the shore, closer to the horizon where the sea met the sky. His heart pounded with excitement, the adrenaline coursing through him like an electric current. As he reached the breakers, he paused, letting the water carry him gently up and down. "This is my world," he thought, smiling as he felt the ocean's embrace.
Iker spotted a perfect wave forming in the distance. With practiced ease, he turned and paddled furiously, feeling the wave lift him up as it gathered strength. He sprang to his feet, balancing with precision as he carved across the face of the wave. His parents' cheers were faint but discernible over the roar of the ocean. "Go, Iker!" they called out, their voices mingling with the wind.
Iker rode the wave all the way to shore, his heart soaring with the thrill of triumph. He stepped off his board, greeted by the beaming faces of his parents. "You were amazing out there, kiddo," his father said, ruffling his hair affectionately. His mother hugged him tightly, "We’re so proud of you," she whispered. The warmth of their love wrapped around him, more comforting than the sun’s gentle rays.
The three of them sat on the blanket, the day’s exhilaration still buzzing in Iker's veins. He looked out at the endless expanse of the ocean, feeling a deep sense of belonging. "One day, I want to surf all the big waves around the world," he declared, his eyes shining with ambition. His parents exchanged a knowing glance, their hearts full of pride and hope. "And we’ll be right there, cheering you on," his mother promised, as the first stars began to twinkle above.
