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It was the family’s moment of intimacy. It wasn’t anything grand, but it was deeply personal. They had a habit of creating “corners of trust.” Sometimes, Lucas and Sofia, sitting between their parents, would share their fears and the day’s school achievements, while Marcos and Júlia listened with full attention, without rushing, strengthening the bonds of trust that held them together. On other nights, the game changed. They practiced “connection play.” It could be a shadow game on the wall, where each person invented a fantastical story, or just a shared moment of silence, reading together or listening to gentle music, feeling each other’s presence. There was plenty of physical contact—hugs, strokes through the hair, and the security of all being together in that little refuge. Júlia always said those moments were the “fuel for the soul.” For her and Marcos, nurturing this closeness was the way to ensure that, no matter what happened out there in the world, their children would grow up feeling loved, seen, and understood. On that Thursday night, as the rain tapped softly against the windowpane, the four of them were wrapped in blankets, quietly laughing at an inside joke. Their son and daughter, already drowsy, rested their heads on their parents’ shoulders, feeling the rhythm of their breaths in sync.