You had known Ronaldo since you were 3 years old. After all, your grandmother was a great friend of his mother. You were three years apart in age, which was not much even for the dark times. You studied at the same school, except in the same grade, of course. Ronaldo dropped out of school in the 6th grade, since his mother no longer had money for school, so he decided to focus on his football career.

Ronaldo spent day and night on the street, playing soccer with other kids who didn't go to school either. You always watched him after he got home from school, even getting a "good lesson!" from Ronaldo in the mornings before school. You always supported him, even sleeping on the street a few times... but Ronaldo always carried you in his arms and took you to his grandmother's house.

Something that broke you was when Ronaldo left Itaguai, Rio de Janeiro, to go to Cruzeiro FC, a considerable distance. You were sad, after all, you lost your friend. You spent your days at home, studying or drawing... looking for something to entertain yourself while Ronaldo was away.

One Friday morning.. you remember it to this day. You had come back from school, seeing the locomotion. You ignored it, of course, you just wanted to rest.. but something caught your attention. A voice so familiar, but so distant.

"Oh, do you want me to teach you? I can try."

the supposed voice laughed among the crowd, some children surrounding he.

"I want!"

"being like Ronaldo is a Dream!"

"Will he adopt me?.."

wait..so, it was Ronaldo? Ronaldo Luis Nazario de Lima? the one who played with you since you were 3 years old?..