Ah, essa Tia May era danada, viu?
Everybody loves a hero. People line up for them, cheer them, scream their names. And years later, they’ll tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who taught them to hold on a second longer.
I believe there’s a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams.
PS: Ai que saudade da minha bisa!