“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, s