Chico Xavier Page #3

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you're clothes every day?

What else is there?

Damn! Damn!

Damn the day you're Pa

brought you to me...

Damn it!

I take it, because after the badness

you always come.

You gotta hold on.

-Be strong.

-I'm strong.

I'm cryin' now,

I don' cry near her.

That's not what I'm talkin' about.

I ain't gonna'be seein'yo'

for a while.

Jus'a lil' while.

Don'do this to me, don't!

Didn't I keep my promise

last time?

It's 'cause...

people're either scared

o'me orthey're pokin'fun.

Don say that...

You want me to tell you a secret?

You are the bravest boy...

jus'a minute, yer'already nine,

So...

Yo'... the bravest

an'most special man

in the whole wide world!

Special is differen'?

It's 'cause I see an'hear

what nobody else sees an'hears?

No.

It is because yer'special

that all this happens.

I prefer it diffren'.

Prefer?

Playin' tag

with the other kids?

Yeah, ma...

I'd like not to be left out

of every game.

The worse part

is gonna'to be over soon,

I promise.

A step ma ain't like

a godmother,

you'll come runnin'back

in no time.

Come here, son...

Maria Cndida...

How're you ma'am?

-Raimundo...

-Hi.

Luiza,

-Conceio...

-Pleasure...

Geralda,

-Carmosina...

-Hi.

Lucia's the baby,

and...

this...

is Francisco, see?

Did yo'like t he ride

in yerPa's cart?

-An'Jose.

-Good day.

Looks like the family's

all back together again,

All the kids of Joo and Maria!

Ain't no one gonna'

be missin'a ma no mo'.

Cidalia, is ours now, see?

Joo... Leave 'em be.

They've been separate for so long,

now they're together...

Yo'right. Let's go in.

Come with me, C'mon.

Chico, wait.

Sorry, Chico.

Now may I, you'll let me?

''...taken from

the Portuguese crown,

thus causing the Empire

to collapse.''

This is one of the essays

chosen for the state contest for 1922.

It was written by one

of your classmates.

And more,

I am pleased to say

that he received

an honorable mention.

Come here, Chico.

Francisco de Paula Cndido.

-It's always him!

-Him again?

What's going on, here?

Teacher,

it's that spirit stuff.

What's this silly spirit rubbish.

Well I never,

making up such stories!

Get up, Rosa

and go to the principal's office.

Rosa, were tellin'the truth.

Chico... It is nice to help out

your classmate, but...

I ain't lyin'.

I had a man by my side,

helpin'me.

Do you want to go

to the principal's office too?

Why don'he do

an essay right now?

Stop! Stop messing about!

Stop! Stop!

He's here.

By my side.

Right here.

Alright then,

write stuff 'boutthe sea.

'Boutthe sand on the beach...

Enough. This has already

gone far enough.

-Both of you straight to the principal's...

-I'll write it if yo'let me, miss!

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