Mateus Alves and Karin Rodriguez have been raising money for their child since 2018 when his child was diagnosed with a horrible diagnosis. Each dosage of the drug was $ 90,500, which help to prevent the disease. The child's parents raise $ 248,000 through social media for almost a year. They transferred the money to four accounts. Each of them was headed by half. In May of 2019 - year, the head of the family announced that he was going to work. Since then, he has visited his family several times. One day, the housewife noticed that she had received a lot of money from the account her son's donations. The woman is in doubt and she will contact the police in July.

The boy's 37-year-old father, Mateus Enrique Lerua Alves, was arrested in a luxury hotel. In just two months, he wasted almost $ 150,000. Alves spends this money on expensive clothes, watches, alcohol and drugs, and prostitution. When he was captured, Mateus told police he was a victim of extortion.

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The boy will have to wait until August to receive a preferential drug from the state. Unfortunately, the boy died on October 17 at his home...

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This story has happened before, and I was worried about it. I wonder: is a man so naughty? Why not? Why do some people lack compassion and shame?

There are many questions but no answers ...

“I’m sorry, babe. I really am.” To replay this message, press--

I let my finger hit the button and his voice filled the room again. The hairs on the back of my neck and down my arms stood on end as his sultry voice spoke to me. That twinge of a Virginian accent, That optimism that clings to his voice despite the circumstances, that reassurance and confidence even when admitting he was an addict with a problem still made me feel so safe. How the ghost of a man could still make me feel like his arms were around me was baffling. Yet, even in a puddle of tears in our now-empty bed, Brandon's voice made me feel so much less alone. As he talked, his voice was there, he was there, wrapping his arms around me and wiping the tears from my cheeks and replacing them with kisses.

My stomach revolted at the thought of him. He was the reason for all of my misfortune. The reason my parents are now on my ass about suing his family despite their total detachment from this situation. The reason I had a stack of pink envelopes overflowing on my table. The reason my credit cards are just as useless as keeping these vacuous emails. Yet, as soon as I erase them, it’ll be like he was never here. All seven years of our relationship will be deleted the second I hit...

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