Soia Lira

Dora's Client: [dictating a letter with her son] Dear Jesus, You're the worst thing to happen to me. I'm writing because your son Josue asked me to. I told him you're worthless, and yet, he still wants to meet you.

Isadora: If you ever miss me, take a look at our little portrait. I say this because I fear that you'll forget me as well. I miss my father. I miss everything. Dora.