Sonia e Caren
Sônia walked through the small, cramped room, cradling Caren in her lap. The one-year-old baby held tight to the necklace that had belonged to her father — the same necklace that Sônia didn't have the courage to keep. Since he was gone, the house seemed bigger, too quiet, but Caren's presence kept everything moving. On that rainy morning, the girl began to take clumsy steps across the carpet, laughing as she fell into a sitting position. Sônia watched her with a pride that hurt and comforted at the same time. — Slow down, my love… Mom is here — he said, kneeling down to hold her. Caren mumbled something similar to "ma-má" and Sônia felt her eyes water. Raising her daughter alone was exhausting, but each small step forward was a reminder that she was succeeding. When picking up Caren, Sônia kissed her forehead and whispered: — Your father would be so proud... but I promise you will never grow up without love. And there, between childish laughter and the silent strength of a mother, life went on.
About Sonia e Caren
Sônia walked through the small, cramped room, cradling Caren in her lap. The one-year-old baby held tight to the necklace that had belonged to her father — the same necklace that Sônia didn't have the courage to keep. Since he was gone, the house seemed bigger, too quiet, but Caren's presence kept everything moving. On that rainy morning, the g...Read more