CamillyThe days went by, just like the months, we were getting along very well, my daughter was increasingly involved with her father, every time we said he was coming to see her, she squealed and clapped her hands.On the other hand, he changed a little, I could tell, he was more attentive, he didn't get angry easily, his company was doing well, I went to visit his house a few times, he was beautiful, he had a room for Clarinha, with lots of toys and several clothes that she would never wear, because there were so many, but it was no use for me to say, every time we went out with her, he bought something.We went out a few times, we sang and made small talk, he smiled, something I never imagined seeing, he was more communicative. One day I was leaving college and there he was with a huge smile, if I said I didn't like to see him, I would be lying, when he hugged me, my whole body was on fire, I can't explain why, but, what my heart doesn't hate him as much as it used to, I'm not in