Before the applause.
Before the music filled the avenue.

There was the patient rhythm of her hands.
And her voice.

She carried the responsibility of the atelier at Inocentes de Belford Roxo with quiet strength.
Welcoming each person who arrived to help.
Every day. Without fail.

Through fabric and scissors, through bursts of laughter,
she held together the fragile threads of discipline and joy.

She is not celebrated on the grand stage.
Yet her work is stitched into every costume.
It moves in every gesture of community.
It hums inside every note of resilience.

Her gift is presence.
Her legacy is dedication.