“There's a scared lion in this book. He learns to be brave. Maybe you can, too," Grandma Thereza said, stroking my head as I scanned the illustrations on the pages, searching for a quick answer that wouldn't involve me reading the entire book.

Grandma was always like that. She always had the right book for the right occasion. And I, with nothing else to do that afternoon, sat in an armchair and started reading. I remember reading until my head hurt, and at the end of her workday, I hadn't finished yet. I took the book home, where I read it to the end.”