The light at the end of the tunnel (S1 Ep.17-12)

Sometimes I see part of mother in Monic. With her wise phrases, leaving just enough in the air to make us think about the subject. With her words, sometimes, somewhat aggressive, challenging you to look within, to see more than your eyes reach. And this was one of those moments, her words were like a wake-up call, was going so deep in my pain, that the more I concealed the more it hurt. Now I understood why she pulled out the subject, at her “subtle” way. She saw the spiral that I left myself involved with and knew I needed to be pulled before it was too late. Accept the pain is not an easy path, but I needed to do it to be able to move on.

For a moment the silence made itself heard, Monic had done her part and leave me to process what I was feeling. As time progressed and the work was being developed we only interrupted it with questions about the material, about the points and about the girls. After lunch, we'd be all together and until then we wanted to leave this part already.

I felt much better. Talk to Monic help to lighten the weight on my chest. Now smiled with some of her graces and I was smiling with will, the mist I felt about my thoughts vanished… Mikhael was present and his distant memory still hurts, but no more in a consumer way. Even the suffering of not having had the opportunity of meeting him seemed to go away, just the sorrow of his vague souvenir remained.

During lunch, both Joan as Dianne, sent texts indicating that they had news to share. I was hoping that this was good news, I needed it. – "Maybe they found a new space! Joan finally realized what she’s doing."

Joan arrived with what could be good news, in fact, if it weren't the case of she had asked for help to her Grandma. Asking for help is important and I know that, but not in a form of "easiness", she knows I don't like it and it still she did it.

Joan: I'm not going to let you do this. You can blame me, you can hate me, but I'm not going to let you make those months of work have been in vain. Now swallow your pride and accept this sponsorship!

Rose: So typical of you… You think it's for pride?! I know how to separate things.

Joan: I don't think you do...

Rose: Yes, I know, but I can't accept a check for favour. We must be responsible and have the sense of reality of our possibilities. I don't see how your grandmother can benefit by simply giving us money.

Joan: That's where you're wrong! The money is not from my grandmother, is from grandmother's company. I have filed the application in early January. And we finally had an answer and it is positive, what is the problem?

Rose: Oh! Why didn't you say anything?

Joan: Well, I wanted to surprise you… I know how you feel about to disappoint us. I felt the same way and didn't want to create another expectation. You work more than any of us and you still get a little time to go see us in rehearsals. We all recognize the pressure that you're under, and we decided to help with looking for sponsorships, I even looked for a new space…

Sofie: We've arrived!

Dianne: Hello girls. Did I hear you right? We going to do the show in a new space? Why? Now that I had brought good news.

Monic: You came at a good time.

Dianne: Drums, please... The KoffyBreak will sponsor the “After Party” and has decorative material that will provide us for the fashion show. We have one-fourth of the expense covered. How are we in the inventory of the new collection?

Monic: We have enough for one-third.

Sofie: All together... - Did her typical gesture of being using her mental calculator and continued. - We are above the half of the value we intended. If my reasoning is right, in addition to what you already have, it is missing about one-fifth of the total.

Joan: With the check and the “Bonnet” Oil material, we get the full value. What do you say?

Rose: Thank you to all!

I was speechless. Tears of joy fall by my face. After months of uncertainty, things started coming together, at least when it comes to the project. Most of the work was done, on Monday we had to go to the City Hall reserve the space to begin the final preparations.

I was so happy, as I didn’t felt for a long time. I suggested to the girls that all cards we did today would be an offer with the shopping, without hesitation all agreed. We spent the rest of the afternoon of Sunday creating Valentine’s day postcards, involved by the anxiety of the arrival of tomorrow.