This is the story of Gabriela Neide Senna da Silva. She is Ayrton Senna's daughter. She just had a father for 792 days. But his memories live with her. He taught her the courage of stars before he left. How light carries on endlessly, even after de...
I was laying down on my bed, when I heard my grandpa and grandma knocking at my door.
"Can we come in?" they asked, their voices filled with warmth and affection.
"Of course," I replied, sitting up as they entered my childhood bedroom.
My grandmother smiled fondly at me, her eyes twinkling with love. "How are you, minha querida?"
"I'm okay, avó," I said, returning her smile. "Just thinking about everything."
My grandfather settled into the chair beside my bed, his expression serious yet gentle. "We need to talk to you about something, Gabi."
I felt a knot form in my stomach as I glanced between them, sensing the weight of their words.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
My grandfather took a deep breath, his gaze meeting mine with unwavering intensity. "Carlos came to see us like two months ago."
My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Carlos's name, my mind racing with possibilities. "He did?"
"Yes, he did," my grandmother confirmed, her smile widening at the memory. "He flew all the way to Brazil just to ask for our blessing."
A rush of warmth flooded my chest as I absorbed her words, gratitude swelling within me for the man I loved.
"He did?" I repeated.
My grandfather nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "He did. And not only that, he went to visit your father's grave as well."
My breath caught in my throat at the mention of my father, emotions welling up within me at the thought of him.
"He asked for Ayrton's blessing too," my grandmother added, her voice soft with emotion.
Tears welled in my eyes as I processed their words, overwhelmed by the depth of Carlos's love and devotion.
"He loves you very much, Gabizinha," my grandfather said, his voice filled with conviction. "And we couldn't be happier for you both."
A sense of peace washed over me as I took in his words, gratitude swelling within me for the love and support of my family.
"Thank you, avô e avó," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "I love him too."
As we sat together in the quiet of my childhood bedroom, surrounded by memories of the past and dreams of the future, I felt a sense of warmth and belonging. With the love of my family and the unwavering devotion of the man I loved, I knew that anything was possible.
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