Fernanda would walk her evening trail, she had different trails for the different times of day, one for the morning, one for the afternoon, one for midday and now. Naturally, her two children walked with her, her daughter holding her gloved hand as her son moved ahead, picking up a stick and pretending it was a sword or something like he usually does "Calma aí, don't go too far ahead, Pequenino." Fernanda said, and her son would look behind himself, running back to her side, dropping the stick. Fernanda smiled in satisfaction as he grabbed onto her skirts, resting her parasol on her shoulder as their walk continued