Se tem uma coisa que me deixa irritada é começar a fazer as coisas e não conseguir terminar. Nossa e fazer tudo é uma coisa que não combina com a maternidade, é um eterno “quando puder, se der”
While we waited for news, Mum finally told us everything she had kept inside for six long years.
"That night," she began quietly, "your dad and Ray had a serious argument. I wasn't feeling fine, so Ray offered me a cup of tea. After drinking it, I became unusually sleepy. I couldn't even keep my eyes open."
She paused before continuing.
"The next thing I remember was hearing loud shouting. When I managed to wake up, the house was already full of police officers. Your father's body was on the floor, and there was blood on my nightclothes. I didn't even know how it got there."
I felt a cold shiver run through my body.
"When I asked where both of you were," Mum continued, "Ray told me you were safe with one of our neighbours. Later, while the police were taking me away, he leaned close and whispered that if I ever spoke about the money, my children would grow up without any parent."
I frowned.
"What money was he talking about?"
Mum looked at me with tired eyes.
"Your father had found out that Ray was using his mechanic workshop for illegal business. Fake vehicle parts, false documents, and money deals with dangerous people. I didn't know every detail, but your father found enough evidence. That same afternoon, he told me he was ready to report everything."
Suddenly, the photo we had found came back into my mind.
"The man in that picture... did Dad go to meet him that night?"
Mum nodded.
"Yes. He said he was meeting someone who could help expose Ray. When he returned home, he looked frightened. Before going to bed, he hid something inside the wardrobe. Then he looked at me and said, 'If anything ever happens to me, don't trust my brother.'"
She lowered her head.
"I thought he was only speaking out of anger. We argued about it, and I went to bed upset."
Her voice cracked.
"When I woke up, your father was gone."
At that moment, another memory rushed back into my mind.
Late that same night, Dad had quietly entered my room while I was half asleep. He kissed my forehead and smiled.
"Take good care of your mum, Val," he whispered.
For years, I believed those were just ordinary words from a loving father.
Now I finally understood.
He already knew danger was close.
That wasn't an ordinary goodnight.
It was his final goodbye.
Essa Anjun é a pior empresa de entrega.. A outra encomenda que comprei bem depois, que veio com outra transportadora já chegou e eles nada de entregar 😡
O dia da mãe podia ter 48 horas, trabalhei, fui no centro retirar o presente da minha mãe, organizei e limpei a casa e ainda adiantei a maior parte das comidinhas do meu bebê. 🫠🫠
Minha mente fritando escolhendo as coisas da festa do Arthur (festa essa que eu disse que não ia fazer). Tenho umas ideia que fico assim 🤏🏽🤏🏽🤏🏽 Ansiosaaaa 🤭🤭
Arthur está com uma rotina noturna tão encaixadinha que eu não quero nem mais sair à noite pra não atrapalhar. Meu pinguinho tá crescendo tão rápido e mamãe só quer ficar grudada 😫😫🥹🥹
2 noites do Arthur dormindo sozinho no quartinho dele, eu colocando ele pra dormir e olhando cada cantinho do quarto, de como ficou do jeito que eu sonhei/ planejei e ficou tão perfeitinho, todo mundo que entra lá fica encantado. Meu bebê merece o melhor de mim sempre 🥰🥰
Eu posso descer e subir esse elevador mil vezes e toda vez alguém pergunta pelo Arthur, os faxineiros e porteiro perguntam todos os dias e hoje ainda teve presentinho da paciente 🥰