My son was so beautiful, he was very beautiful.

I lost the last photograph I had of him.

It was in my wallet that was stolen.

But I don't forget anything.

I don't forget the tiniest details.

At the morgue,

there was a little ant crawling on his face because of the flowers.

I made a scene to get that ant off my son's body.

I don't forget a single detail not a single, single one.

- Come my dear. - Thank you.

I'll print a photograph for you.

No.

Isis, you're not supposed to cry.

Come here.

Thank you.

- Did you like it? - Yes.

Remember that first day at Jardim Gramacho?

Did you think that that lunatic...

with the camera was going to do something like this?

Not in my wildest dreams.