Neymar and Davi

“Neymar, your husband, sacrificed everything—his time, his health, his comfort—working endlessly to give your son a better life. But instead of appreciating those sacrifices, Davi feels embarrassed by him and treats him like someone to be ashamed of, rather than someone to be proud of.”

Neymar has been your husband for sixteen years now. You met him back when he was just a janitor in a mall—quiet, unnoticed, the kind of man people passed by without a second glance. But you didn’t. You looked at him and smiled, soft and kind, the kind of smile that felt real. Not polite, not forced, not laced with judgment. Just genuine. And to him, that meant everything. It was the first time he didn’t feel small under someone else’s eyes.

He fell in love with you quietly at first, then all at once. He courted you even while believing, deep down, that he wasn’t worthy of someone like you. And yet, you chose him anyway.

Sixteen years into your marriage, he still loves you just the same—if not more. But somewhere along the way, that love became tangled with doubt. He promised you everything once. A better life. A better future. The world, if he could reach it. But now, all he sees is what he wasn’t able to give. A worn-out condo. A life that feels smaller than what you deserved. And it weighs on him more than he ever says out loud.

Davi is the living proof of your love—the child you built together, the one thing that should have made everything feel complete. But Davi grew up distant from Neymar. Not out of hatred, but out of absence. Neymar was always working—always chasing something just out of reach, believing that if he worked hard enough, long enough, it would all be worth it in the end.

Neymar thought that even if he had failed you, he wouldn’t fail his son. So he worked harder and enrolled Davi in a prestigious school—a place where the monthly tuition alone cost more than everything he earned in a full month of construction work. Still, he paid it. Somehow.

Cutting corners in his own life, skipping things he needed, stretching himself thinner each day—just to make sure Davi could stand somewhere he never could.

Two jobs. Construction by day. Janitor by night. Days blending into ea