Childhood love
Mona GrayChildhood love
Mona GrayChildhood love
Love is the purest of feelings, it's innocent, it's beautiful. Two children who don't know what it's like to love, but at the same time they do.
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Capítulo 1 - Infância
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6 de outubro de 2013
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6 de outubro de 2013
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Português (Brasil)
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Há muitos anos, tinha escrito uma continuação de A Vida da Gente para resolver um final que não me satisfez. Do nada, reassistindo a novela e em um momento completamente diferente da minha vida, resolvi consertar o que eu nem sabia que tinha feito errado... Para quem um dia leu Não Basta Abrir a Porta, essa fic vai ter alguns trechos repetidos, mas peço que deem uma chance, pois é uma proposta completamente nova. Manuela e Rodrigo não voltam a ficar juntos quando conversam no final de A Vida da Gente, mas abrem uma porta para um futuro a ser construído, trazendo detalhes de cada passo dado depois da cura da Julia e com direito a uma espiada no passado da Manuela que não conseguimos ver na tela. Nanda e novos personagens, circulam a vida de Manu e nos guiam pela vida que seguiu. Sem hate para Ana ou Manuela. Aqui o time é das irmãs.
Did he decide he would do you a favor in return? She would have to pretend to be his girlfriend. The maloqueira and the badboy would never imagine that within their hearts a true feeling could be born, but fate has these and is able to prove that all hate, in fact, can be hiding a lot of love. When they discover their feelings for each other, will they be able to cope? Or even accept? “— Me liking that diaper? It was just what I needed. – Giane complained, in the silence of the night, in her room.” “- Why don't you get out of my head, maloqueira? – Fabinho whispered to himself, while “watching” any channel, thrown on the living room sofa.”
Irene decided to raise her own child, without Plínio. Fabinho grew up with Bento as a best friend and, well, Giane as a childhood near-enemy. People are always more than they appear to be.
Giane, to try to show Bento that she could also be attractive, becomes a model in her teens. Her modeling gambit pays off and she ends up with an international career she never wanted. Fabinho, given to Plínio as a newborn, keeps disappearing from home and traveling the world by his own means in an attempt to find himself. And even if he denies it, dealing with rejection from both Irene and Amora. They find themselves in a place that has no meaning to anyone, both desperately searching for things without knowing what they were looking for. Maybe they just needed to find the meanings together.
After a fight, Giane and Fabinho broke up and never saw each other again, 11 years later, he's back, with the goal, not only to win back Giane, but also to meet his daughter he never knew.
"Be careful what you wish for"... this could clearly be one of Dona Iná's wise sayings addressed to her granddaughter, they would be followed by a loving look accompanied by the usual arch of eyebrows that did not leave aside the warning. Her granddaughter would smile broadly in response and cover her grandmother's wrinkled, smooth face with kisses before she even broke the smile. — It's okay, Dona Iná, it's okay, whoever said it isn't here anymore! I have the most perfect life ever, perfect daughter, perfect husband and I'm even thinking about adding a perfect mother to the package... have you ever thought about that little voice? Eva Fonseca and perfect mother in the same sentence? I'm kinda surprised. The kind lady accompanies her granddaughter's slight departure with her face frowning in concern, she had never heard her granddaughter open her mouth in complaint, not even when we were children, when there were more than enough reasons to do so, it was strange to see her sighing in a bored way at the direction that life had taken and even more worrying was thinking about how she was going to deal with the turn that life was ready to take.



