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Luíza was sitting in her small painting studio, immersed in her world of colors and brushes. The paints and canvas scattered around her were an expression of her passion and her quest for authenticity. She enjoyed getting lost in her own artistic world, where her imagination came to life.

As she immersed herself in her work, Luiza heard the soft voice of her mother, Ana, calling her to dinner. Reluctantly, she closed her sketchbook and cleaned up her painting tools before leaving the studio. Walking down the hall, she noticed the numerous paintings hanging on the walls, reminders of her creations over the years. Each artwork told a story, a part of it that she had expressed in color and shape.

In the kitchen, Luíza found her family gathered around the table, enjoying the homemade dinner lovingly prepared by her mother. Her brothers, Miguel, Thaís and Alice, shared laughter and lively stories, while her father, Diego, served the dishes. Luíza sat next to her grandmother, Vó Silvia, a c