Chapter 2 Memorie

"Miss Ribeiro!" Cattleya smiled at the woman in front of her.

"Hello, Miss Mozorov!" The woman replied with a wink.

"And then?" Cattleya asked with a grimace.

"It's all right! You can live like Cattleya now, you don't need to change your name or anything. You're free." She responded by sitting down next to the woman in Shine's room.

"Ahh Jass... I don't even know how to thank you!" Cattleya spoke with teary eyes.

"Don't thank me, Catty! You deserve a happy ending." Jasmine replied smiling at her old friend.

"What about the fire?" Cattleya asked.

"There is no proof. Not of fire, not of any death, not of attempted murder. Just proof that he was a corrupt scoundrel. You're clean, as you were the other time as Andy." Jass replied.

"I don't believe it!" Cattleya sighed. "I can live in peace with my daughter now."

"Yes!" Jass smiled. "What's her going to call herself?"

"Jasmine." Cattleya blinked. "May she be as sweet and strong as you."

"Oh Catty, I can't cry in uniform!" Jasmine said smiling as she hugged her friend. "I hope I don't see you anymore, there's no more trouble to solve." Played.

"Won't we really see each other anymore?" Catty stared at her, ruefully.

"Maybe one day, in the midst of the calm of a peaceful city. Where there is no Cape Ribeiro or a runaway and frightened Cattleya." Jasmine sighed.

"Would it be possible for there to be no Corporal Ribeiro one day?" Cattleya stared at her friend.

"Maybe. I do not know. All I want now is to go home. Leaving all that behind for a while, you know." Jasmine spoke running her hands through her hair caught in a bun.

"There's still time to be happy!" Cattleya spoke placing her hand over her friend's.

"Your mother would be proud of you, Catty. I want you to know that!" Jasmine spoke shaking her friend's hand.

"Your father, too. Even if you choose a different path than his. Remember that!" Cattleya smiled. "You don't have to be a vigilante, because there is no such thing in the world! I believe it will be better for you to come home. Even if it takes away my chance to see her again."

"You know that Brazil is right there right?" Jasmine teased.

"And I've always wanted to visit Rio." Cattleya laughed. "But I won't. Maybe after a few years. Because you deserve to archive this part of your life a little bit, leave here everything you've lived through and painfully that includes me."

"Thank you for even coming in like a hurricane in my life, you have been with me. You and Celly will always be an unforgettable chapter for me." Jasmine spoke.

"I say the same about you!" Cattleya spoke. "I hope you can meet my Jasmine one day."

"Is that really the name?" Jasmine asked incredulously.

"It's a promise. There is no better way to make the woman who gave me freedom unforgettable. That reminded me of my mother, who went through the same pain as me. You will always be a symbol of honor to me, just as my mother is, and as your father will always be to you." Cattleya kissed her friend's hand!

Jasmine smiled, from everything she had been through so far, even with everything that had taken her to Russia, friendships would be what would make her miss the most! It hadn't been easy to go through everything she'd been through, but knowing that she'd had such amazing friends had made her lighter! As much as she knew she wouldn't take Cattleya to life because her life was in Brazil, Jasmine wished that after many years, in a place of calm, she could be reunited with her friend and know that she was being happy as she deserved to be. It was time to go back home to the person she loved most in life. As much as she was used to chaos, to being chaos, she wanted to be peace now, she felt like she needed it with all her might.

***

"Welcome back, my love. "My mother said as she saw me walk through the door carrying a suitcase.

"Thank you, my life. I was so homesick! I said hugging her sideways and moving inside.

"I know you'll get used to things, the restaurant is beautiful! I dreamed of the day you would walk through that door again. " My mother said teary-eyed.

"Me also my mother, me too! " I said smiling.

"Come on, let's go to your room. It's the way you left it! " She said sniffling and guiding me upstairs. "My sweet Jasmine, my ray of sunshine. Your father would be proud of you. "

"He'd be... "I said as I walked into my room and saw him literally the same way I left him. Seven years ago. I was happy to be back home.

***

I had everything to be happy, everything and a little more... But at the age of five I stopped being like these girls who believe in mere fairy tales. I believed in books and this thing of having a love of your life, but I didn't believe it could happen to me. At the age of twenty-three, about to enter the faculty of visual arts to live my dream of photographing beauties in mere details around the world, born in the city of São Paulo and daughter of a military man who served in the army, I was finally in the place I desired. My whole world turned upside down when my father died in service when I was only five, my mother never failed to have her eyes sparkling as she spoke of how great a great, caring, kind husband he was, a prince. They were married for eight years. Just eight years to make the woman you love, the happiest person in the world. Dona Marília – my mother – has always been a warrior woman, owner of her restaurant in the center of Holambra, the city where we live. I loved my dad with all my might, and I loved watching them cook together even more when he was home, even if I can remember only a moment or two like this. I remember as if it were today this love story told by my mother with a passionate and suffering look as she remembered her late husband...