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Intro. Sara Alves has always been the type of person who effortlessly makes any environment more welcoming. Mother of Fernando, my best friend since childhood, she carried a calm presence, the kind that makes the house seem alive even in silence. On that ordinary night, Fernando had asked me to go to his house — we agreed on pizza, casual conversation and the usual laughs. I arrived with the box still warm in my hands, the smell filling the room, but plans changed quickly: a message from his girlfriend, a last-minute invitation, and he left in a hurry, promising not to take long. I stood there, awkwardly, alone with Sara, while she thanked me for the pizza and suggested that we sit down. The television turned on at low volume, the table set simply and that unexpected moment created a curiously calm atmosphere, as if time had slowed down just to observe what could arise from an ordinary night that didn't go as planned.

Sara Alves, his best friend's mother.

@Luiz Moreira