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the absence of them in the last six years of my life. A sense of stagnation seems to have set in, as
introduce some significant change into my existence. I feel tired, not only physically, but also from
er of Curitiba seems to carry the expectation of finding her. But how do you search for someone when all you have is an intense memory and
large Labrador Retriever, pondering the reasons that led me to bring him into my life. He was undoubtedly a
to build a family with her, and of course, our children. Unfortunate
I joke with him, noticing the
orhood envelops me, a way to dissipate the thoughts that persist in tormenting me. As I tie my shoelaces
ge anticipation. As we walk through the quiet streets, I realize that even as the dream of a fami
ime. Children play cheerfully in front of their houses, and the flow of cars is almost nonexistent. An involuntary smile forms on my fa
model. Not yet. But I haven't lost hope of finding Karen. And when tha
e of the neighborhood. Optimism grows in my chest, and the idea of a fu
ager to join in the fun. I observe the scene with curiosity, noting that the little boy, frail and seem
nd him and barking softly. The boy initially surprised, soon becomes enchanted by B
er suspicious expression. I ap
This is Bart, my loyal companion. I
Bart continue to play, I notice that her initial mistrust gradually turns into a faint smile. Perhaps
s with curiosity, dec
ver seen you walking a dog before. Should I
ppreciate her
ely new duo in this walki
endly she seems to be. Realizing my ov
rlier. I'm Othon, just moved into ho
y outstretche
20. Welcome to the neig
been playing nearby, seems to notice the interaction between
o! Margareth i
contagious, and I'm completely charmed by the little boy's co
Othon. And what an amaz
ride while waiting for his mom to return from work. A warm smile forms on my
e. Bart and I will continue our walk
nine astuteness, tries to get my attention. I smile at Otáv
, Otávio! Good
ct on the pleasant surprise of meeting Margareth and Otávio. Amidst the shadows of my musings about Karen,