I don’t remember much of my childhood before I moved here. I do however remember being very happy, running around the streets of Brazil. Never had I experienced any type of bullying there because most of the kids my age were my friends/family. Being from a small town and born into two very well known and respected families I had it very well.
Back then the saddest thing to have ever happened to me was when Mom and Dad had to go away for a few months without anyway of speaking with them. Leaving me to choose whether I wanted to stay with the nanny and my brothers or live with my grandparents until they returned. Naturally I chose my grandparents and my cousins.
I always had more fun at my grandparents house, in a small town where I knew everyone and I could walk every street without getting lost, it was paradise. I didn’t need adult supervision ever. In-fact in my memories of home, there wasn’t any adults just me and my cousins running around, flying kites and going on endless adventures.
That all changed however, when I immigrated to the U.S at 5, where kids were no longer my friends and told me to go home at every failed attempt I made to speak their language that now flows out of my mouth easier than my own. I lost my childhood, when I came here to New England.
I arrived here in Summer but to me it felt like Winter, since summer weather here matched winter weather in Brazil. It’s always been cold since.
The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It’s the window to my soul.