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e me an offer..." He paused to think about how he would destroy me further. "The owner of the casino is a man of high society, known to all in our midst, and he is t

ying you would clean up his image, people would look up to him, making him eligibl

cit businesses?" I asked feeling my blood boil. "Instead of just selling the things Mom buys and getting back on our feet little b

d a bitter smile. "Who would take care of your sister? You? You'd rather live poor, without college, without education, see your sister without a proper education, your mother working as a w

ked impatiently. "You are talking about the reality of thousands of Brazil

nzie. Doesn't being privileged to go to a paid college teach you something? Knowing about other people's reality doesn't make you understand, it doesn't make you live. You may know that there are poor people, but you don't live like them, and you can't stand to spend

rything of the good and the best, and perhaps in fact I could not bear what they bear. But I am sure they are ri

in the world. And it isn't. If I were you, a lower class woman would be very happy to have a rich, social cream, political man wanting to marry her. But you are here complaining, ask

man." I spoke feelin

s, your mother doesn't know how to raise a child. Think about your family, but if that's not enough, think about Lola. Her future is in your hands. I don't know wh

I faced my mother, she couldn't list

, for your sister's sake. Make the dreams that I couldn't make come true. And put your feet on the ground, you can't change the world and love doesn't exist. Oh, and learn to pretend enough and instead of being a fool and letting a man run your busin

you?" I w

e returned. "But there's n

any choices, d

orce you into anything. But you know what the best

few seconds, I didn't want to believe what

me you saw me calling him dad." I replied nodding an