Man, what a day! I woke up in Selho, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m a machinist, right? So, I’m used to the grind, but today? Pffft, it was like a whole new level of chaos.
So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and I hear this loud honking outside. I peek outta my window on Rua da Liberdade, and there’s this dude in a tiny car, just losing it. Like, bro, chill! It’s Selho, not a racetrack! I laugh it off, grab my coffee, and head to work.
I’m walkin’ down Avenida da República, and it’s packed. I mean, like sardines in a can. Everyone’s hustlin’ and bustlin’, and I’m just tryin’ to get to the workshop. I bump into my buddy Miguel. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to fix a machine and ended up breakin’ it even more. Classic Miguel, right? We both crack up, and for a sec, I forget about the stress.
But then, I get to the workshop, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Machines everywhere, tools scattered like confetti. My boss, Carlos, is already fumin’. “Where the hell have you been?” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, I was literally five minutes late!” But you know how it is. He’s got that old-school vibe, thinks he’s the king of Selho or something.
So, I dive into work. I’m fixin’ this old lathe, and it’s a pain in the ass. I’m sweatin’ bullets, cursing under my breath. I mean, who designed this thing? A monkey? I’m about to throw a wrench at it when suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m sittin’ there in the dark, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m stuck in a metal coffin.”
After a few minutes, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Finally!” But then, I hear this loud crash. I rush out to see what’s up, and there’s this massive delivery truck that just smashed into the side of the building. I’m talkin’ full-on disaster mode. The driver hops out, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. I can’t help but laugh. “Welcome to Selho, buddy!” I shout. He just glares at me. Oops.
After all that madness, I finally get a break. I head over to the café on Rua do Comércio. Best coffee in town, no joke. I grab a bica and sit outside, just watchin’ the world go by. Selho’s got this vibe, ya know? The streets are alive, people chattin’, kids playin’. It’s chaotic but beautiful. I see this old couple walkin’ hand in hand, and it hits me. Life’s short, man. Enjoy the little things.
But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my sister. “Mom’s in the hospital,” she texts. My heart drops. I’m like, “What?!” I rush back to the workshop, tell Carlos I gotta go. He’s like, “You can’t just leave!” But I’m not in the mood for his crap. Family first, right?
I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this lady who smells like garlic and a kid who won’t stop kickin’ my seat. I’m tryin’ to stay calm, but inside, I’m a mess. I finally get to the hospital, and my sister’s waitin’ for me. She looks worried, and that makes me even more anxious.
We find Mom in her room, and she’s lookin’ frail. But when she sees us, she smiles. “Hey, my warriors!” she says. I can’t help but chuckle. That’s my mom, always tryin’ to lighten the mood. We spend some time with her, and I feel a bit better. Selho’s chaos fades away when I’m with family.
After a few hours, we leave the hospital. I’m feelin’ a mix of relief and worry. I walk back home, takin’ the long way through the park. The sun’s settin’, and the sky’s all orange and pink. It’s beautiful, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness of the day.
I finally get home, plop on the couch, and just breathe. Selho’s wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but it’s home. And no matter how crazy it gets, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomorrow’s another day, and who