The Passing Years

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Paschoal and Dellilah Paschoal and Dellilah visited Anésio regularly. Although the visits were monitored, they managed to exchange looks and words of encouragement. "Stay strong, my son," Dellilah would say at each visit. "We are fighting for you. Don't lose hope." Anésio nodded, a slight smile on his lips. He made himself smile for his mother because he didn't want her to suffer more. "I won't forget, mom. I'm preparing myself." Dellilah knew that time was her ally. He had a lot of time until his twenty-fifth birthday, when the unknown brother would emerge. Until then, even ignoring this fact, Anésio would build his knowledge, his strength, and his resilience. He would wait patiently, knowing that when the day came, he would be ready for Wikly Jones. Maya Yuni Maya Yuni lost track

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