No, Papa. I can live every day just reading this. His letters, to me, are like bread. It fills my heart and soul. When will he come back again?
Maria Clara was silent as she read the letters sent by her beloved CrisostomoIbarra then
My child, don't be surprised by what I'm going to tell you. MARIA CLARA: What's that, Papa?
My child, aren't you tired of reading CrisostomoIbarra's letters?
Huh ?! Really ?! (screams, hugs Captain Tiyago tightly) Squeeze me, Father! Slap me too so I know it's not just a sweet dream!
(hugs Captain Tiyago tightly again) I'm so happy, Father. It's more fun than birds singing every morning! When will he return?
Next week. I will prepare a party for his return.
ou're not dreaming, son, you're not dreaming. (smiling)
(sits down and cries)
No, father. This is tears of joy. I have waited seven years for him, what about just seven days? (hugs Captain Tiyago again) I'm really happy, Papa. Very happy.