But on the wedding night, a strange scream echoed from the bedroom, and what I saw left me speechless…
My father, Antônio Ferreira, had lived alone for over twenty years after my mother passed, dedicating his life to work, Sunday mass, and his small garden in Belo Horizonte. At sixty, he finally felt ready to think about himself. That November, he called my sister and me with news that surprised us: he had met…