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ow I miss you! Once again my financial problem took over me and the laugh I used to give when remembering the woman who had been the best mother in the world disappeared from my face. I s

om afar. — I wiped away a tear, clinging to that happy belief and felt the hope of a fresh start. Campos Dourados, here I come! Chapter two Ítalo — What the hell, Clarisse! I already said I don't want to be disturbed. — The girl just wants to give you a Father's Day invitation. — I was in my office and Clarisse, my employee of many years, insisted on taking my peace. She was a long-time employee on my father's farm and after his death, I brought her to the city and she has taken care of my daughter since then. She became solely responsible for Luara's education eight years ago, since my wife died, and the woman was like a protective grandmother. Too protective. Unlike all the employees who shied away from me, she didn't lower her head and, even though I didn't admit it, I liked it and her petulance gave me confidence in leaving my daughter in her hands. — Tell him to come in. — If you allow me... — I won't allow it — I interrupted, because I knew she was going to tell me something that I wouldn't like. — Luara needs a little more... affection from a father — he said even though I didn't allow it. — The girl is growing up and she is feeling lonely. — Loneliness is not bad. I'm alone and I didn't die from it. — You can't say she lived either. — I looked at her with my angry look and normally he would push away people who irritated me, but Clarisse didn't move. — Send my daughter in at once and put her to sleep afterwards, it's past time. — There are still eight. — If I say it's past time, then it's past time. The woman swallowed hard and with her reproachful look left my office, returning with Luara holding a card full of glitter and shaped like a tie. - Good night, daddy. — Her sweet voice filled the room and no matter how tough I acted, that little thing had me. I carried my mother's eyes and maybe that was why I couldn't face her often. I felt so guilty... — Good night, daughter. — I looked at my mai