It was Tuesday, and the routines this morning looked the same as the routines the day before and all the other days: we showered, got dressed, and ate breakfast. When it was time to go to school, to my great horror, the same procedure from the day before was repeated. The children formed rings around me, and we left the orphanage. Mamãe showed up and tried to reach me, and I tried to get to her. That night I got beaten up again. The same thing happened for the entire week. Every day, sobbing and yelling, Mamãe tried to get to me, and every day, I tried to get to her. I spent recesses crying in
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