Roma e antigas lembrancas / Old memories from Rome

Ha 14 anos, eu estive em Roma pela primeira vez. A Anita, minha filha mais velha, tinha pouco menos de 1 ano e meio e foi a primeira vez que eu a deixei com os avos para viajar. Meu coracao estava apertado, nos morriamos de saudade dela.

E quando ligavamos pra falar com ela, era sempre a mesma historia:

- Anita, vem falar com o papai e a mamae!
- NAO!

Os avos, sempre bem intencionados, a colocavam na linha assim mesmo.

- Anita, filha, fala com a mamae...
- NAO!

- Nos te amamos...
- NAO!

E nao teve conversa que desse jeito no assunto!

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14 years ago, I came to Rome for the first time. Anita was only 18 months and it was the first time we travelled and left her with her grandparents. Our hearts were hurting, and we missed her like crazy.

When we called to speak to her, the story was always the same:

- Anita, your mum and dad on the phone, come and speak with them.
- NO!

The grandparents felt sorry for us, and gave her the phone anyway:

- Anita, it is mum. talk to me!
- NO!

- Anita, we love you.
- NO!

And it did not matter what we said, she did not budge...