18 Oct The lonely coconut tree

It’s over, I thought. I had already done my part. The wedding was beautiful.
The beach house had been a dream come true. The beautiful house, in shades of blue and gray, stood out on the semi deserted beach, with summer houses around it. In front, a lone coconut tree. Dad planted two coconut seedlings at the entrance and Uncle Ataliba sent a few more seedlings. Tobby ran happily every morning and had already learned to come home alone. There was, after all, something therapeutic in that home. It was just us in that immensity. We, the wind, the sea and the lonely coconut tree.
The first beach house I stayed in Luís Correia was in Coqueiro beach. It was on the top of a hill, had several rooms, and a phenomenal view. The sunset I had never seen more beautiful. But I don’t remember the details of when I was little, I only see it by photo. Even today I go to this house, which belongs to my uncle.
I think I was about 6 years old. Upon arriving at the gate of the new house at Atalaia beach, I cried in revolt inside the car: where’s the spectacular view? Where’s the wind? What tight place was this? The house we now stayed in was in front of the a wasteland and a huge water tank.
But I really enjoyed it in the end. At that time it was safer to stay close to the city. We would fly kites in the late afternoon. We would always buy ice cream at Araújo store. We would go to some stall in the morning and come back for lunch. There was a nice veranda, where Dad always used to lie down to read his magazines and newspapers in the hammock. The electric trio of the carnival always passed by and we were walking close by. My godparents would raise me up whenever the wave came over me. There was no better sea  than those of Atalaia beach.
Until one day my mother got tired of the lack of a view of the sea. They offered land on the beach, chest-of-girl. The land was large, in front of the sea. There was no walk besides grass and sand. The clinic opened in the Parnaíba mall. and it was a success in the city. They started to go every end of the month.
The house was gradually built and then Atalaia’s house was sold. Through pictures, we were seeing how beautiful it was getting and the excitement just grew. We opened after Matthew’s wedding on November 5th. There were still masons working in the pool. , so we were a little uncomfortable. But that didn’t stop us going to the beach every day.
The house was beautiful. Everything smelled like new. Newly opened, it had a high mood, a mixture of fresh wood, sea, salt and the smell of new furniture, all together and it was highly positive.
At the first dinner, Aunt Aliana asked everyone to hold hands and pray. Dad remembered the story that arrived in a white old car in Teresina, with the luggage rack full of medical books, coming from Belo Horizonte.
We came back that end of the year and the pool was ready. I remember I jumped with joy and even bought a buoy to celebrate. The neighbor had lit fires right in front of us on new years eve party.
I was formed, anyway. I was free. I felt free.
4/6/2020