It was night, but that night, there was something special, pretending to take a blanket to sit on the door of the house ... Not that it was cold, no, it was cool, but that blanket reminded her of her childhood, her father .. Oh my old man, I miss you so much, wanted you here with me, why did they put you in the trunk? What did you do dad? What was your crime? Bad people right, they took me from you and took you from me. They took the hope of my dream of growing up normal, with the father searching at school, the father playing, taking his lap ... I was your little girl, your dear daughter, wanted so much a brother, so wanted you to be alive to hear the I have to say, listen to my laments ... Or just for me to run to you and hug you, I miss my father sorry that time does not come back, is not it? But make sure you are kept inside, I don't remember your face well, but the little I remember can make a difference. I love you, so much ... the funny thing that night is that when you wanted to talk to your buttons, nobody listened, not even your mother, but that night was different, she was surprised by a tea chicara, it's a ... Can I sit down? More quickly, looked sideways, saw that it was his mother and exclaimed, wow, what a fright right !!! Forgive me, I came to bring you tea, there is Guava in the pot, either ... Hmmm if there was one thing Isabel liked as much as talking to her father was Guava, especially if it was made on time. Then she got up, took a bowl and placed a handful of cookies, completed her cup of tea, and went up to her room to see if she slept a little.