It was a Saturday, the afternoon heat at that time of year was intense, especially in a region with arid climate, André and Karla returned to Sueli's house and Alberto, was the prodigal son seeking peace with his family once again. It was your mother who saw them first, running and hugging them very tenderly. As they approached the courtyard, they could see an elderly man sitting on a rocking chair, whose structure was made of iron, but covered with handmade material. Very comfortable, he moved in it slowly, in a quiet swing, admiring the various plants in the yard.

Sueli warned them that it was Alberto who had been in that situation for several months after being affected by Alzheimer's, part of his body paralyzed and could not even speak. André approached cautiously, the man had a frozen look, fixed on the trees that danced with the gentle wind blowing, he kneels in front of his father who seemed distant from there, and speaks lovingly:

 — Dad? ... It's me, yo