"Manuela"

I woke up very early to my phone ringing. I remembered I'd forgotten to turn off the phone my mom had the number on, and I already knew it was her calling before I looked at the screen.

"Hi, Mom," I answered in a sleepy voice. "Good morning!"

"What good morning, girl! It's six in the morning, are you waking up late now? What other bad habits have you picked up that I'm going to have to correct?" She was already in full swing and full of anger to take it out on me.

"Mom, I start work at nine and my job is right here, I don't need to get up so early," I explained.

"So what? I taught you to wake up at five in the morning every day, that's how a woman should do it, so the coffee is on the table for your husband when he wakes up."

"Mom..."

"Mom, nothing, Manuela." I already told you I'll bring you back, and your marriage to Mr. Cândido's son is almost set.

"I think you'd better break this agreement, or whatever you call it. I'm not going back, and I'm not marrying Mr. Cândido's s