Prologue

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It's exactly three years since dad left us. Three slow and painful years. Mom forces an encouraging smile in the mornings, and when I try to talk about it, she starts talking about the amount of dust that is scattered around the house, and I'd better clean it up soon, even if it's nonexistent. Damon came to our house this morning to see if we were okay as usual. Since Daddy was gone he has been a great gentleman, not that he was not before, but now he is much more remarkable, lately he is being my safe haven. When we meet, her black eyes shine and I'm flattered by that little gesture. I believe I have been reciprocated, but all in secret. If Mom mistrusts I'll never see him again. He comes from a family with the same conditions as ours, and it would be impossible for us to get married. Our mother went on to manage the financial part, she does not like to share the sad news with me, but I believe we do not have enough, so I would have to get married. Not exactly with a lord, but with someone who would support us. Although I want to choose my destiny, I am certain of my responsibilities and I will try to fulfill them, so that we have a better life, to have what we choose in our meals. I hope that someday my dear sister will know the meaning of a reciprocal love, not only reciprocal, but that you may have the right of free will and decide who will kiss you in the evening. And fight, fight for your ideals, do better than I did, do not give up on your dreams. Persist! When you fall up and start again, but call out for your freedom Elena, claim your independence. Because I will not give up on mine without testing all possibilities for happiness. I love you my dear sister Elena, until my last breath.

From his older sister Rebekah.

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I want to thank everyone who is following. Thanks a lot!
Forgive me for the mistakes, it's that I'm translating from Portuguese so it's a bit difficult for me.

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