A house?
A will?
Or compassion?
But Clara didn’t explain.
She simply showed up every day.
Even when it rained.
Even when I had a fever.
Then, one afternoon, Mr. Antônio fainted in the kitchen.
Clara was the one who found him.
He called an ambulance.
It was together at the hospital.
He signed the admission form as an « emergency contact ».
The doctor said that if they had waited another ten minutes… he might not have survived.
The news spread throughout the neighborhood.
For the first time in years, the word « grandson » was mentioned again.
And three days later…
He appeared.
A shiny black car stopped in front of the blue house.
Three men got off the bus.
A well-dressed young man, with a cold look.
The other two, in suits, were carrying briefcases.
Lawyers.
Clara was cleaning the floor when she heard the door open abruptly.
