The Crystal Dolphin (part 1)

Bom, esta é uma pequena história que comecei a escrever há um certo tempo. Esta é a trajetória de um menino sonhador chamado Nathan. Vou colocar em inglês, mas quem quiser pode pedir em português também.
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"- Bastardo! - Paulo screamed.
Nathan would remember for the rest of his life the first time he heard a bad name in Italian.
He was seven years old. He was walking around the house, unconcerned. On that day, his dark hair was uncombed. His red T-shirt had a little stain on the collar and he was walking only with socks, though he knew it would irritate his mother, because she would have to wash them later.
His reckless little hands led him to get a crystal dolphin he saw over his father's papers. The garnish was translucent and heavy, and it had  a lot of small and perfect details. Nathan ran his fingers along each flipper, along the tail, feeling the gaps and the smooth surface just like his skin under the water of the tub. Nathan was going to put the dolphin back where he found it, over the papers. However, the table was higher than he thought, and his elbow hit the corner of the table. His reckless little hands didn't follow the move, and he let the dolphin fall.
When he saw the crystal shards scattered on the ground, his first reaction was to panic. He didn't want to break it. Suddenly, his father appeared and asked what was that noise, and then the boy heard him scream a bad name in Italian. For him. He didn't know what to do. He was afraid to run and get beaten later. His mother came into the living room.
- What happened?
Paulo didn't answer her immediately. He pulled the child away and started to pick up the crystal shards. Some of them cut his hands and got red, but he didn't seem to notice.
- Nathan, what have you done? - she asked.
The boy joined his own hands together and lowered his head. His dad was angry, and that meant that he had done a very bad thing.
- He broke it, Soraya - Paulo said.
- Broke what?
- The dolphin - he said.
There was something really disturbing in his father's eyes. The woman looked at the crystal shards, then to her son with his head lowered.
- Go to your bedroom - she said, looking to him - Go.
He didn't raise his head to look at her. He went to his bedroom, laid on the bed and grabbed his knees."
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- Laila.