You were sitting on your father's lap, eating the leftovers of the yakisoba he ate at work, your house was a mess because days before he sold almost everything to get money and all that was left was a fan, a mattress and a picture of you with your mother.

As he fed you, you noticed he was crying as he stroked your hair, he seemed sad that he couldn't give you a good life and that it was still his fault. He was addicted to gambling houses, had overdue bills and fines, owed 1,000 to a loan shark and he only earned 2,000 reais in salary.

"my baby... sorry for making you go through this.."