I think that in everybody’s life, there is an interlinear between joy and sorrow. No one is really completely happy. My sorrow is that my mother and father divorced. After that I left school and was brought up by my father and for several years we lived a difficult life. He borrowed money to buy a small cart from which he sold sugar cane juice. It allowed us to survive from day-to-day. After my father found better work, looking after the monuments of fallen far heroes, I was sent to a school for disdadvantaged children. There I was allowed to study. Now I make my own living as a seamstress, I never imagined one day I would be good at it. Now my father does not need to worry about me when he works far away.