My whole family was happy when my father remarried at 60 to a woman 30 years younger. But on their 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.”
And he truly believed it.
When my sister got married and I got a stable job in São Paulo, he finally had time to take care of his own life. Then, one November night, he called us with a tone I hadn’t heard in years—warm, hopeful, almost shy:
“I met someone,” he said. “Her name is Larissa.”
