“I’ve already sold the land. You have three days to leave.” Dona Conceição pressed the cell phone to her ear. Her lifeless eyes hadn’t cried in years, but her hands were trembling.

— Maurício, my son… what are you talking about?”

“— The land isn’t yours anymore. You signed a power of attorney years ago. It’s already taken care of.”

“— But it’s my house. This is where I raised you. This is where I washed laundry to pay for your studies…”

“— That’s all in the past, Mom. It’s over. I have my own life now. I can’t carry this burden continue reading …