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April 27, 2017

The Breeze

by Lisa
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To the eighteen years, one late I met lying in the room that I divided with my sisters, it was looking at the curtain to balance with the breeze. I felt that somebody was of my side and I turned over and vi the side the bed in foot with the erect column, a blond girl of golden clusters and dark eyes. The girl spoke that she wanted to me to play of pinh-pinh, and remained some time to the side of the bed, and when she left she stopped in the door and she looked at one more time in my eyes. After this event, in all the moments of difficulty of my life, my father started to appear. During thirty years or more, rescued it me, at the moments of pain, over all black and holding its hat. Physically I very am seemed it, have dark eyes and the format of my face is equal to the one of it, my forehead is high. I catch a photo mine and I see the face of it. It has some time that it does not appear.

I do not know I eat to interpret. The girl who I saw to the eighteen years is very seemed my granddaughter. My granddaughter is pretty and very affectionate and she does not speak. She is not deaf, she made all the examinations, she consulted some neurologists. In it I begin the suspicion was light autismo. Now until the specialists they are confused.

We know that something is missed, however what? It is very wanted and loves irmzinha. She was desired, was the dream of its parents. She is loved, understands everything, however she does not speak. Already she pronounced some phrases and of one two years for front she did not say more. If pressente danger it cries out. The sound of its shout is gutural.



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