Two months later . . .
Mirella
In these past months, everything was going very well. Peace reigned in the favela, the parties continued happening, but I stopped going. Surprisingly, VK and GB insisted on staying home with me and Lua. Lua was already seven months pregnant with a baby boy, but she still hadn’t decided on a name. My belly was growing little by little; I was two months pregnant and very happy. Gabriel prayed every day that it wouldn't be a girl, and I laughed at him.
I got home after an appointment and saw that GB had already gone out. I went up to the room, put on more comfortable clothes, and took a picture of my lovely little baby bump to post:
“The best part of me... my child.”
Suddenly, I received a message on Messenger from an aunt of mine who lived in Italy. She wa
