Lonely Ballerina

Jackson - Alexia father, waiting at the school, had decided to talk about her daughter’s sadness after school. Alexia in the car, puts the belt and he perceives the clear face of crying of the daughter. I instructed her no more. Daughter, love that charges many nights in clear, many tears on the face or pain, is not love. This is subjugation of the other and back to the routine. How was your class?

Alexia to her father explains, I left the room screaming, to be my end of solitude, Gwendoline want to help me. She said, do not believe my problem is solitude. I noticed, she’s been friends for years and I’ve never been to visit her. When you get home, will you call the orphanage so I can go there this afternoon?

Jackson with arched eyebrows, light blue suit and endless creativity, tries not to hurt his daughter. Alexia, visiting Suzanna or Caroline, is not the same as visiting the home of the orphans. There everything has time! Let’s see, says the father.

At home, Alexia goes straight to the bedroom, before climbing the stairs to the floor of the room, hugs her father and asks her to call him to the Orphans, and he says, I’m going to eat only one snack, one natural orange juice not transgenic, I will not have lunch. Let’s see, Alexia! Answer him.

Exactly an hour later, thoughtful Jackson knocks on his daughter’s door. Come on Alexia, we should get there in twenty minutes, you can talk to your friend for an hour. She turns off the switch room, looks lightly at her grandmother’s picture frame, runs her hand through the book of Semaphore’s Philosopher, and heads toward her destination.

The silver virtus facing the Children’s House, the old-style construction with the walls with peeling paint, points out disillusionment. At that time, Alexia snapped her fingers thinking about the years, in which, she might have come.

Jackson lets his daughter in. Already at the reception, Gwendoline was standing, the two are hugging, strong. The inmate takes her friend to the patio where there are other children - they chatter with each other. Adoption!.

Sitting on a blue wooden bench, Gwendoline advances. Let’s talk about loneliness? Remember that jewel-case of the secret friend I won from Luciano? Alexia speaks euphorically. You took it too.

Gwendoline smiling from the corner of her mouth, she says. He’s been my only company. Here we do not even have the arbitrary choice to turn off the night light switch. Go see the street, leave. Only with the orphanage monitor. This is solitude, for full freedom is not there. Already the pretensions of love, you can choose. Forget Adamastor, he does not respect her and, I’m sure, you will suffer and look there if it does not hit you.

I decided to forget him, she imagined, woman picking up a man, my mother, attending a case a day in the hospital. Let’s talk about good things, I’ll visit you more often, you will not only have the solitary dancer and to give her days with a light blue, I’ll ask my mother to ask you to leave for my house once a month. OK?

Yes. He has the work of sociology to write on the subject of violence. I take advantage of and speak of violence against women. Could it be, Alexia? Answer, Gwendoline. Yes, they play with the younger children at the orphanage.