
- Yeah, I
think so… I don’t know. Maybe.
- Do you
think so? How come? - Antonella enrugou a testa.
- I don’t
know. I think it'll be weird.
- And why
would it be? - A loira antes de deixar Asa responder, já deduz a resposta - Is it because of daddy and Tony? Cause if it’s, there’s no reason.
Both are doing really well now.
- It's
actually because of you and daddy. You always end up fighting when you spend a
lot of time together.
- We? No,
no, you're exaggerating. Your father and I... Well, we have our disagreements,
but it's only because we love you and want your best. But look, you can rest
assured that on this trip we won’t argue, okay?
O menino assentiu e ficou quieto. A mãe começou a fazer carinho no cabelo do filho e ao ver o rosto dele triste, perguntou:
- What
happened? Don’t you believe me?
- Is not
that! It's just that I feel guilty that you guys have to deal with each other
only because I exist, especially now, with all this situation.

- Is that
all true? - Perguntou o menino querendo esconder um sorriso que queria se fazer no rosto dele.
-
Absolutely! And can I tell you a secret? - Indagou Antonella animadamente. O garoto assentiu e ela continuou - I love teasing your dad. I do it on
purpose sometimes.
- Really?
- I
promise!
Os dois uniram os dedos mindinhos para selar a promessa sorrindo. Antonella então disse:
- Now go to
sleep, because tomorrow we’ll have a long day packing.
- OK! Good
night mom!
- Good
night, Asa! Love you, my son!
- Love you
too.
Antonella deu um beijo na testa do filho, levantou da cama, cobriu-o até a cabeça com a coberta, apagou as luzes do quarto, saiu de lá, fechou a porta, tapou a boca e começou a chorar.
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