Sunday

Sunday was a beautiful day.

I went to catch the Trem das Onze at Luz Station with my father. We walked in the Parque da Luz and went to the Pinacoteca Art Gallery. We ate coxinha and talked.

Then Ziza came here with his children and Ale (his wife). Bruno arrived at the gate and the first thing he did was to ask if Alice was here. No. He's a cutie. Then when I was watching the Ennzo play videogame, Ziza sat next to me and talked. About the heart.

You know, family is really great. Who would imagine my uncle giving me this kind of support?

Other than that, I still have a cold. I bet whatever you want it's psychosomatic.

This means that by tomorrow or after I heal because I'm tired.