I was back in São Paulo during this summer. Too much had happened and too busy to even relax in my own house.
How glad to be back where I had spent most of my life time. Good and bad memories and most of the time a little bitter sweet.
I woke up one morning in my own bed. Henrique was at the window side. He greeted me with a sneeze.
I walked out the living room and found that my sister was still up partying by herself with a pack of the rice cracker snack I brought back from Japan.
"tendo pensamentos profundos?" (are you thinking something deep) I ask that because she used to have healthier living. Snacking late night is something that I would do after a stressful day.
My sister shook her head. I walked pass her and went into the toilet and do what I shall do.
When I came out of the toilet the living room was dark. I did not see a trace of the snack my sister was eating or even my sister.
"Tão derepente" (what a sudden) I gasped and went back to my room. Henrique welcomed me with a tackle from the top. "seu garoto travesso" (naughty boy) I gasped.
The next morning I fried some potato skins with cheese and sprinkled them on the mixed salad. I asked my sister if she had a good sleep. She gave me a " what?" face and told me that she just came back from her night shift.
I was going to ask her why she was there snacking last night, but then I realized that the pack of rice cracker was not even opened.
And this is really it. Sorry that this story is not too scary but I found it really really strange.