(Lucas, why are you crying? What happened to your voice?)
Lucas wasn't in his living room anymore. He was seven years old, sitting on a linoleum floor in a school that smelled of crayons and floor wax. A dubbed memory. His own memory.
“Sim,” he whispered. “Eu mudaria tudo.”
“Lucas? Por que você está chorando? O que aconteceu com a sua voz?”
(Yes. I would change everything.)
(If you could go back and change one thing… would you?)
(Lucas, why are you crying? What happened to your voice?)
Lucas wasn't in his living room anymore. He was seven years old, sitting on a linoleum floor in a school that smelled of crayons and floor wax. A dubbed memory. His own memory.
“Sim,” he whispered. “Eu mudaria tudo.”
“Lucas? Por que você está chorando? O que aconteceu com a sua voz?”
(Yes. I would change everything.)
(If you could go back and change one thing… would you?)
