Fernanda

- Then? – I question them, going over to the vase and picking it up and showing it to them. And while I stand there waiting for them to speak. I put the toilet in the same place, soon thinking that as soon as I hear what they have to say the toilet is either going to the trash or I'm going to give it to the doorman, I'm sure he would like it.
“Mom…” Kam starts and I stand there waiting for them to speak.
- Yes... - I answer, still looking at them who were there looking at each other as if I was talking to each other and they were. "Hey... Could you two look here for me?"
- OK mother! - Kathy replies awkwardly.
"And you, Cam?" — I call her and she turns and looks at me and says:
- Hi Mom! She also speaks awkwardly.
— Come on, girls, I'm not fighting with you, nothing. I just need to know why they received these flowers and didn't say anything to me, that's all.
“So Mom, Dad came over here this morning…” Kam begins.
— Yes... Continue. — I encourage her and the answer is Kathy.
— So mother, then he asked for you and we said that you had gone to work.
“Okay, let me see if I understand. Your father came here, brought flowers and asked for me and you didn't tell him that I didn't want to receive them?
— Mother… It's our father. - Kathy speaks without grace.
— Kathy and kam your father, no longer has the right to ask for me and much worse bring me flowers.
“More mom…” Kam tries to speak and I cut him off.
“Girls know things happened, too fast. I also know that they want to see me happy, but I ask, please, if your father sends me a gift, don't receive anything else.
"More mom..." Kam, I insisted and I interrupt her again:
— No, that's more of a mother, Kam I want to make it very clear that I don't want your father to try to give me anything else, much less I want you to talk about me, for him ok! “I warn you not wanting to give them illusions of something that will never come back.
'More mother?' Don't you love my father anymore? Kathy asks curiously.
— No, daughter, I'm completely in love with Bruno. - I declare to the two and notice that they were surprised.
"So my father, can you lose hope?" Kam asks.
- Yea! I thought you were happy that I spent the night with bruno? — I tell them that they look at each other again and Kam replies:
- And we are, mother! But we still had hope that you and Dad might come back. — Kathy confesses and I decide to end any index that could have a chance, with the idiot Otávio.
- I'm sorry, for you girls but no chance of me getting back with your father, ok! — I declare putting an end to the story.
- OK! Mom! They answer together and I smile at them.
— So when your father asks about me or even wants to send me something, just let him know that I sent him to hell ok! - I speak and receive their shocked looks and smile as I say: - Girls, I'm kidding! — Actually I wasn't just that it was better to say that and I say: — Just say that I don't want to receive anything from him anymore.
- Alright, mom! — they answer together.
"Now I'm going to take this boat and send it away!" I tell them. 'Any more questions?'
- No more. “They talk again and I thank you.
“While you guys finish there, I'm going to take that boat downstairs. - I say and take the bouquet along with the vase that I had forgotten he had given me. I leave the kitchen and head straight for the apartment door.
As I go I stop elevator and meet a neighbor or another and the greetings and I get weird looks and I look at myself and I see I'm barefoot and I don't understand why they're finding it weird that I'm barefoot wearing the dress? You will understand what goes on in their heads.
I press the elevator button and wait for him to arrive. Good thing it doesn't take long and I go down to the hall of the building and stop in front of Dona Cida and when she looks at me with the vase she smiles and says:
— Dona Fernanda, how are you? she asks curiously. And I get the same look I got from the neighbors.
— Hi, Miss Cida! I'm fine, thank God and you? I ask smiling at her and placing the vase on the counter.
— Well, my daughter, how can I help? - She asks.
— Dona Cida, I would like to know if you don't want to win these beautiful flowers? I ask, not waiting for the time to drop the vase there and run away.
"More, my daughter..." She stutters, not understanding anything.
— Here's the thing, Dona Cida, I got these flowers from my ex-husband… — I start and am interrupted.
“Oh, yes, I let him in. She says smiling. And then I think, of course, she let him in. And the urge I had to block his way was great. I just don't ask because of my daughters because they still had the right to see their father. Otherwise it would be banned.
"So, Dona Cida, do you accept?" I ask, already losing patience.
— Dona Fernanda, are you sure, even if you get rid of that beautiful boat? she asks in surprise.
"Yes, of course, and that vase too!" I answer without hesitation.
- More more... — Dona Cida stutters.
— Dona Cida, you don't have that "More" thing, ma'am, I'm sorry! I say, changing my voice unintentionally. "I just need to know if you want to or not!" I ask again, my patience on edge. — because in case you don't want it, I'll take it and throw it in the trash, the closest I can find it.
— Oh, no, my daughter! I keep these beautiful flowers. She finally accepts and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"So here it is!" — I point at her and thank her and when I turn around again to head towards the elevator, I go back to her and say: — Ah, Dona Cida, just one more thing I was already forgetting...
- Yes, daughter? – she asks curiously and I say what I want:
- In case it arrives, any more bouquet of flowers or gifts in the name of my ex, I ask, please, do not accept, yes! — I ask and I turn around and she calls me and says:
— Are you sure? – she asks cautiously and I answer sincerely:
— Absolutely! I thank you again and head back to my apartment.