“When my daughters are settled, then I’ll think about myself.”
And he truly believed it.
When my sister got married and I got a stable job in São Paulo, he finally had time to take care of his own life. Then, one November night, he called us with a tone I hadn’t heard in years—warm, hopeful, almost shy:
“I met someone,” he said. “Her name is Larissa.”
My sister and I were shocked. Larissa was thirty, half my father’s age.
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