But on the wedding night, a strange scream echoed from the bedroom, and what I saw left me speechless…

My mother passed away when my sister and I were still in college. For more than twenty years, my father lived alone—no dates, no second chances—just work, Sunday mass, and his small garden in Belo Horizonte.

Our relatives always said:

“Antônio, you’re still strong and healthy. A man shouldn’t live alone forever.”

He would just smile calmly and reply:

“When my daughters are settled, then I’ll think about myself.”