“Samantha”

It was late afternoon, and I was sitting by the pool talking to my mother and grandmother about everything that had happened in the last two days, listening to their advice, especially their recommendation that I should stop trying to guess what people were feeling or thinking and just ask them directly.

“If you had asked and listened to Heitor, you would have saved yourself a night of crying,” my mother called my attention.

“Sassá, you’re starting a family, you have to trust the person by your side. If you enter this marriage without trusting them, it won’t work. Listen to Grandma,” my grandmother said more gently.

“I won’t repeat that mistake, everyone,” I said, feeling embarrassed for having acted without thinking.

“Ladies!” Heitor approached with a beautiful smile and extended his hand toward me. “Can I steal this beautiful girl from you?”

“She’s all yours, darling.” My mother smiled. "I'm glad you're the one who has to deal with her tantrums now."

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