seductive widower

I got up from the stool and admired the paintings that had just finished painting, was still dirty with oil paint and was trying to clean hands with the handkerchief, then placing it over mine shoulders. I sighed, running a hand over my forehead, then walked over to closer to the screens, one of them portrayed a dark environment, with a small light at the end of the tunnel; all the arts I paint are real stories that happened in my life, or something that draws attention when I'm on the street, or anywhere else.

It's not that I harbored anguish about my past, On the contrary, it helps me a lot to get rid of painful memories that I once experienced. I left the studio and went up the stairs that led access to my house and locked the door, I don't like anyone

come in here, just me, not even my sister, who is my

advisor. That's why I keep everything very clean so that it doesn'tneed a cleaning lady, I don't like dirt and much lesspeople passing through my work environment. I decided to build a large space for my work atmy house, renovating the attic. I worked daily so that today I could have piecesenough for the exhibition in Portugal. I was invited abouta year to exhibit my works at the Lisbon gallery forthree months. I went into my room and went to the bathroom,I fnished taking a shower, my doorbell rang,I put on my robe and answered the door. Upon opening, I came across Milenaclutching two boxes of pizzas, she walked in, leaving her purse inon the couch, and walked into the kitchen. I followed her, givingBeware of your haste. I kept looking, because she knows I don't eatbullshit, I'm very strict when it comes to my food. "You know very well I don't eat junk food," I complained,and she glared at me. As if she said she didn't caremy complaint. "I'm tired and hungry, and I didn't even want to go home after lunch."meeting, don't complain, damn. I bought the pizzas and decided to come eatwith you, I know you shouldn't have anything ready in your fridge, sincefred the cook. I took advantage of the fact that Renato is off today,I need a few minutes without daughter and husband, I'm exhausted, illsleep, your niece, despite being only three months old, is so

moody. And it's always turning day into night, I puta reminder on the fridge door to remind me to take minedaily contraceptives — he complained, looking at me. "I bet you haven't eaten anything yet." I know how it is,when he dedicates himself to a job, he barely eats. look at theseHuge dark circles, Miguel. Before the trip, you will have to go to theaesthetics to improve your appearance, you are so beautiful, my brother,but it's a rag, that hair and beard haven't seen scissors for days.He fnished talking and kissed my cheek. I watched her open thecloset drawers, picking up plates, cutlery and placing them on thetable. She went to the fridge and got the juice box. If she doesn'twas breastfeeding, it would be beer for sure. “Everything is ready for your trip in a week's time.I know you'll have a good season in Lisbon, you've already decided what you're going to dowith the house? I sat across from her and grabbed a slice of pizza.cutting it, because she was right, there was no food in myrefrigerator. "It will be in your care, as always." The studio will be ableget locked up, I've already fnished the paintings, so there's no need tocleaning, you know very well that I don't like to have mythings,” I said, putting a piece of pizza in my mouth, feelingthe delicious taste of melting cheese. “You and your quirks. It's okay, I can look at the house, and a

once a week I come with the cleaning lady to clean, except onstudio. she pronounced, rolling her eyes, smirking at her face. Milena is so funny, I will miss her. I know howmy publicist, was supposed to accompany me to this event, but shejust had her baby and is breastfeeding, such a tripI fear for the child. My niece is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, but shethere at her house and I at mine, I have never seen such a small creaturecry so long and loud, and whenever I pick her up she drools on meall. But she is so beautiful and fragrant. “My breasts are leaking by all appearances, Melinda.is hungry, the bottles I left with milk must already havefnished. I need to go home, any news I'll call you. — She Tookthe rest of the juice, kissed my cheek and left in a hurry.I shook my head smiling, Milena always walking in a hurry. *** Two weeks later, I was leaving for Portugal, themy sister and my niece came to say goodbye, my brother-in-law didn'tcame because he was working. At two in the afternoon, my fight would leave, and it was almost timeto board. I know this trip will be a little difcult, sinceI didn't want to leave Brazil for now, but Milenaadvised that it would be great for my career given that I stayedyears without exposing anything, I needed that time to take care of mymind. With everything that happened, I had my days of mourning, my

mind could not assimilate anything at that moment. It was necessaryyears to heal from it all, the scars are still here on mybody, are painful marks that I will carry for the rest of my life.life. However, I decided to follow. I will have to face about ten hours of fight until I land in theLisbon airport, and there is already a team waiting for me, Milenagot in touch and hired them to assist me in these monthsthat I will stay there. "We'll miss you, Uncle." See if you can get onePortuguese girlfriend and give me lots of little cousins ​— Milena imitated thebaby voice as if it were the daughter talking to me.I smiled and replied: "That won't happen, my little drool, but ifask your mother, maybe win two more little brothers by the endof the year. Her uncle is too old to deal with diapers and bottles.And don't forget, you're a beautiful little girl. - I kissed yoursplump cheek, and she made a giggling sound. Then I hugged my sister, thanking her for everything,