Loura did not know what she was waiting for. She just knew she was waiting.
Waiting for a moment that would change things.
Waiting for a person who would stay. Waiting for proof that her life was more than endurance.
Some days, she felt hopeful.
Other days, she felt foolish for hoping at all.
Still, deep inside, something refused to give up.
She did not know it yet, but her life was about to soften.