Question

(FONTE: ENEM 2020);


A Mother in a Refugee Camp


No Madonna and Child could touch


Her tenderness for a son


She soon would have to forget...


The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea,


Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs


And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps


Behind blown-empty bellies. Other mothers there


Had long ceased to care, but not this one:


She held a ghost-smile between her teeth,


and in her eyes the memory


Of a mother’s pride... She had bathed him


And rubbed him down with bare palms.


She took from their bundle of possessions


A broken comb and combed


The rust-colored hair left on his skull


And then — humming in her eyes — began carefully


[to part it.


In their former life this was perhaps


A little daily act of no consequence

Answer 1

Resposta:

letra E..............CONFIA