I loved the childhood

uring brief periods of inactivity I stayed in cheap boarding houses, but even if they were cheap, I needed work to pay for them. So, I practically accepted any job, eve

ir, which was disheveled and frizzy from the wind I caught outside. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the door. I entered. That's when my eyes noticed a man in his early thirties, with brown hair and blue eyes, sitting behind a huge wooden desk. He got up. It was tall. But, not a giant. He was discreetly handsome, but nothing that made him stand out as a model or actor. — Good morning, I'm Otávio — he extended his hand to me with simple politeness and I hurried to accept it. — Maria Eduarda Fiuza, Mr. Figueiredo. — Only Otávio, please — he asked, smiling at my greeting. His teeth were so white and straight that I smiled in return just because that was how my body reacted. It was as if his smile awakened something very strong and beautiful in me, which I wasn't used to feeling. — Did you bring your CV? “Yes, sir,” I say, rushing the paper through his fingers. He smiled again. My heart missed beats and I know I blushed. — Please sit down — he indicated a chair in front of the desk. When he sat behind the desk, he reclined in the armchair, reading the paper. — He has a lot of experience, apparently. - Yes sir. I have been taking care of children for years. — And do you have any qualifications in the area? Pedagogy or maybe something in health? Nursing technician or something? How can I explain to him that I never studied because I was too stupid to learn anything? - No sir. Just experience. I was mortified with shame. He would definitely send me away saying he would evaluate it. — Experience is everything, Miss Fiuza — he smiled again. Miss Fiuza. Nobody ever called me that. — We are from a secular family. My ancestors inherited these lands from the Portugu