And I waited for you. I waited for you rewatching 'Os Maias' and those dialogues that I know by heart, I waited for you testing whether your room would be ginger yellow or royal yellow, I waited for you rereading manuals with maternity instructions that I never put into practice, and I waited for you at the cinema watching Darin in 'Secret in Your Eyes'.I had the feeling that the month had already started six months ago and that the hours, which normally fly by, never move. Until, suddenly, after 39 weeks of living with me, you decided to meet other people and other places, and, unfortunately, even other football teams. Because you know how to be you.On the way to the hospital, after devouring spaghetti bolognese - afraid of having to go without eating for a long time - I remember thinking if I would be able to love you the way I loved your brother. I still didn't know that the heart, when it beats in the right direction, becomes bigger and more beautiful, learning to love it in an increasingly discreet way.And if the first time we were separated for a few hours, on the set of 'Tropa de Elite 2' (when you were ten days old), I cried more than you, now, seeing you so independent of me, I find everything endlessly delicate.Do I miss you? I am. But that's how it has to be. If, however, we can combine some things, for example, always watching Kleber Mendonça's films together or taking a road to Costa Verde every now and then, I'll be happy.Furthermore, I can only give one of Minnie Driver, an American actress who is very chic and celebrated the Wagner Moura award in Portuguese, which was followed by him, who addressed us, the spectators of his country, in this exciting language, of which, in fact, we should be a little more proud every day.Congratulations!