The Crazy Boy - by Ziraldo Alves Pinto

A mischievous little boy, they said. There were little monkeys in the attic, they lay down and rolled around, causing confusion. A little angel, a saci? The joy of the house, he led the kids. A flirt, he wrote verses, composed songs, invented games. He was known, a friend. “Crazy Boy”, people said smiling. It wasn't, no! Only later did they discover that he had been a very loved little boy and, therefore, very happy.