Searching the house they turn the girl under the bed crying compulsory and one of them said: – comes here young woman, does not go to make to it badly, as is its name? – it is Brenda! – that pretty name you are the not necessary saved one now to have fear Brenda left and gave the hand to the policeman who wise person as the girl was if feeling for having lost the people who it more loved and it received it in its arms leaving to cry. Without perceiving a tear he rolls of its face and later another one and plus another one it left itself to still disarrange with the girl in its arms. It was taken for the house of an uncle ranzinza and without love that complained of everything, complained still more when it was knowing that brenda would go to live with it. Brenda already with its thirteen years does not discover what it was to be a child, not even wise person as it was to be loved again. In one late sunny Brenda left to give a return, in the garden of the uncle, who by the way was very pretty, had flowers for all side and the birds sang gladly making dances in the sky, beyond the breeze of the wind that the soul washed.

But brenda did not perceive nothing of this, only was looking at pro nothing, the mind becoming vacant looking for answers. Derrepente it saw one white beard gentleman looking at and opening one sorrisso, called it to it to seat to the side of it in a bank. It sat down and looked at for that one Sir, it seemed so familiar! It speaks: – How you are my young? I see air of sadness in you! – how I am? he asks still me? I am pssima, my life is a drug! who is you? – I am a friend, who you search already do not make a time! – But I do not remember you! – You never more me he looked for, I am your God and am here for I help to understand it! – God? I do not believe God, therefore when I more needed it I did not help me, when my parents I had died it did not intervine and left my small irmozinho to die at the hands of those outlaws and he did not make nothing, and still I had that I came to live with my uncle razinza that hates with all the forces to me of it, now says cad God to me? – I am here and without who you know, you come folloied its regret waiting patiently that you appealed me, plus this never she happened! It was not my guilt as you find, I you cannot intervine in the actions of the human beings, I you could force them make it the good and to love me, but forced love is not true love.