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  • She spent her day going to school and to the pool club and she was for sure tired. The town was for her sunny smile and widely beautiful blue eyes - males suspiring, females envying along the streets on her way. That Thursday night promised one more family reunion in the weekend, and she came into her room.

    Her loving dad Uncle Quim planned that place – embedded wardrobes, a half-wall mirror, those planets and stars shining on the ceiling after turning off the lights! A lovely special room for the jewel of the family – a place to rest, study and dream.

    A place to dream of her, to study how to conquer her, to rest in her arms… who could be brighter than Mother Moon?

    That Friday was a bit cloudy and there was not she in the swimming pool. There was not too much for her to do at home, so she passed most of her time with friends. She was a good student and an exciting fellow for good moments. Later someone would call her at Grandma to know where that shining girl had gone.

    She was also moody as any teenager, sometimes temperamental. When she was a little girl, she loved so much her older brother, but he hated her from his soul. He was also a little boy when he said that he shouldn’t be left alone with her or she would be found hashed by him. They did therapies and since then he loves his sister, but she doesn’t care that much for him. Maybe she’d become here in Brazil we call “rascal’s woman”.

    Her loving dad was lucky when he married to Adelina, They had a good life in Brasilia when Aunt Adelina suffered an electrocution with a floor polisher accident. My cousin was four years old when he saw his mother burning and ran out to the street crying and saying that he killed his mom. But his sister became that blue-eyed beauty who kept a cassette among her belongings with her mom’s voice, who died when she was only two.

    When their mom died, Uncle Quim didn’t have the strength of mind to stay with his children. They lost their mom and their dad and their home in a same day. He chose to give their guard to Adelina’s mother, in another city, another State.

    That must have been a strange Saturday when people started to ask everywhere where she was after two days of no news about that girl.

    Our beautiful girl was not a frugal about food and her missing for the lunch was also a happening. All the family started to criticize her for being sullen and exigent with the family, while she kept all her smiles for people on the street. “She’s false to us!”, one of our aunts said, drawing in her face all frames of jealousy.

    But Uncle Hamilton sounded the alarm: “How long has her door been closed?”

    He and Uncle Cesar decided to pull her dreamy room door down. So well closed was her door that they had to use a stair to reach the second floor and pull off the window’s grid by force.

    She was drowning in barbiturates, almost dead. Her starry ceiling was so close to become the roof of a future hell.
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