CHAPTER 55

CHAPTER 55

HIS FATHER WAS completely mad when he found out that he wanted to be a priest, for him that decision was the purest betrayal, his father always dreamed that he would marry his boss's daughter, but he never imagined that the girl had sex with all the children of his parents. employees and the mere fact of going to church made him a laughing stock.

Countless times Soninha forced him to hold her newly-acquired breasts saying:

— Just one day... Denner, stay with me instead of this dead Jesus on that cross...

Every time she spoke like that, anger emanated from her heart, but at the same time she heard in her heart the words of Father Tom saying that we should not criticize those who do not understand our faith, because what differentiated them from people who made fun of others was the most powerful weapon in the world, Love.

And not that perversity they practiced...

That day, his father learned that Denner was known as the class fag and didn't like having sex with girls, especially his boss's daughter, so he wanted to go to seminary.

His father beat him like he had never done before in his life.

— You are no longer my son.

Little Denner walked completely naked and with a broken arm through the silent crowd, but when he looked at Soninha, for the first time in his life he felt sorry for a human being to be so empty and frivolous, he had been beaten by his father in front of him. all his friends, those wounds would soon heal, but he hadn't caught himself succumbing to his wildest, most natural desires and temptations.

I chose the Lord...

— You're not my son anymore,— his father shouted again, who tore his old and shabby shirt and threw himself on the dusty floor in shame for his son.

His mother ran to him, knelt in front of him and hugged him tenderly, then took his face with both hands.

Denner didn't say anything at all, he simply took his face away from his mother's hands and continued walking in complete silence.

— Please, son...— his mother said in a pleading tone.

She was abruptly interrupted by her husband who savagely pulled her by the arm and then spat in his son's face.

The tears mixed with the phlegm that gave off that stench of cachaça.

— I forgive you, father.

Everyone started laughing.

— You what? — He said in an angry tone.

— He said he forgives you, — said the firm voice of the village priest.

The crowd fell silent immediately.

The boy knelt in front of the priest and with the arm that still had mobility, he took some dirt and rubbed it on his face and body and said:

— From dust I came, to dust I am returning.

The priest took off his cassock and rolled it up.

— Come on, son.

Denner got to his feet, but he couldn't keep up, but the cleric picked him up and they walked without looking back.

THE SEMINAR WAS A NEW TIME in his life, he learned to read and write, he adapted with impressive ease everything about that new and modern world, and as much as he delved into the Word of God, he still did not forget what had happened.