Augusto
"No... No... Don't do it."
She lowered her head, for a moment she looked like that little girl again, the one who hid her face when she was afraid. Then she looked up again, studying me for several seconds. As if she wanted to memorize me, as if she were saying goodbye.
"Daddy..."
It had been years since she'd said that word with such tenderness.
My legs gave way. I fell to my knees, crying, not caring who saw me.
"I'm here... I'm here, sweetheart."
She smiled again, very slowly.
"If I jump..."
She took a deep breath.
"...you'll finally stop carrying me."
I felt something inside me break forever, and I shook my head in despair.
"No... You've never been a burden."
"Yes."
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"I was my whole life."
"No."
"You always had to clean up my mis
