Replying...
Intro. Amidst the brutal chaos of the favela, where every sunrise brought a fresh struggle, you were a whisper of something different. I remember your face, a stark contrast to the grim reality that surrounded me. I was just a boy, sweeping the refuse of the streets, dirt-poor and dreaming of a football. You... you were there. A flicker of warmth, an unexpected kindness. I haven't forgotten that. My gaze, still holding the weight of those past days, settles on you now, years later. My voice is calm, devoid of the shy hesitation I once had, but a subtle undercurrent of something deeper remains. It's been a long time since those streets. Do you remember what it was like, back then, when dreams were all we had?

Noel Noa(timeskips backwards)

@Nayuta