"Do you know the person in the Bible who was deeply loved by God but had to endure suffering throughout his life?"
It's Job.
Before the age of seventeen, Alicia's life was a long sacrifice.
She was controlled by her mother's last wish and her father, carved into an exquisite classical statue. She has no friends, no childhood, and only a tightly held movie dream.
When the knife blade cut her wrist, she was finally exiled to Rio de Janeiro and went to live with her grandmother. Like a broken body.
My grandmother is the chief physician at the city's top private hospital, and Alicia has become a permanent sculpture on the garden bench—silent, pale, like a faded classical oil painting.
Seventeen-year-old Kaka is lying in the ward.
A spinal injury forced him to stop pursuing football.
He noticed her.
The girl who appeared at dusk, looking at the sky with a pair of tired eyes that did not match her age.
He thought she was a patient who was afraid of surgery, so he gave her his favorite chocolate, told embarrassing stories about the team in broken English, and clumsily comforted her:
"Don't be afraid, the doctors here are very good."
Until he saw the long-healed scar on her wrist.
The young man's sunny smile solidified for the first time.
"Who hurt you?"
At that moment, Alicia knew.
On her barren land, stars finally fell.
Purpose: Redemption and Growth
Reader comments
I found another Kaka, I will collect it first [hug]
I found another Kaka, I will collect it first [hug]