At the Freire family home, Harold, Isabel, and Uélton are at the table for lunch. The three are holding hands, heads bowed, offering the prayer of thanks.

"... And we thank you, Lord, for the food placed on our table. Amen." Harold ends the prayer.

"Amen!" Mother and son said. Everybody starts to help themselves.

"So, how was our day?" Harold asks.

"Josias's new home is beautiful, Dad!" Uélton replies in awe, "It is not a mansion, but it was very spacious with his few pieces of furniture."

Harold chuckles. "Over time he buys more stuff."

"He doesn't even have a stove."

Isabel drops her fork. "Wow, didn't he waited...