“Junqueira”

- Mommy, you can’t possibly live to ruin my plans! – Ana Carolina shouted at her mother who was bedridden with a cold.

- Sweetheart, keep your voice down, my head hurts. – Helena spoke in a whisper.

- I don’t care about your head, mommy. – Ana Carolina shouted again and left the room stomping her feet.

- Carolzinha, what happened to make you so nervous? – Junqueira, who was in the living room watching the news on her cell phone, asked when her daughter came in and sat next to her, sulking.

- Daddy, my mother who doesn’t do anything to help me...

- What didn’t your mother do now, Carolzinha?

- I wanted to go see my wedding dress yesterday, but your wife got a cold and said we’d only go next week. – Ana Carolina looked as if she had suffered a terrible offense.

- Sweetie, don't be like that. Ask Celeste to go with you.

- Daddy, but my mother doesn't want to give me the card. She's throwing a tantrum saying that this is a mother-daughter thing.

- Oh, your mother's nonsense. B