Chapter 10

The dress was worse wearing than seen. I spent long minutes in front of the mirror, trying to fix my breasts inside the bulge, but nothing was right. Due to the exaggerated size, I couldn't keep my breasts inside the bulge without them falling to the side. It was torture.

I had the idea of removing the bulge, but my breasts kept falling. I snorted with frustration, getting scared when a rooster crowed. I wasn't used to country life. I didn't even know that chickens could survive in a backyard.

It was scary to know that I was so spoiled that I had never felt any desire to know the reality of countless Brazilian families. The impression was that I wasn't even from that country. The cultural difference was very glaring.

From time to time, even more through the bedroom window facing the street, I heard some cars with loud sound passing by. I hated loud music. I hated the live show. I hated crowds. There was nothing in the world that would make me wring my nose as hard