When I was little, my mum was always working, day and night, literally every day of the week and I remember her singing old hymns that talked about Jesus’ love for us whilst working…

When I think of my dad, one of the first memories that comes to my mind is him arriving home with his hands full of vegetables and fruit, and a big smile on his face. Despite of working hard and for long hours, in the end of every working day my dad would still spend the remaining hours before sunset taking care of our vegetable garden.

I was born in the countryside of Brazil during the period of the military coup and grew up in a remote farm. Back in that time the roads were poorly maintained and there were very few means of transport from the farm where I lived to the city. It would take us at least 40 minutes from the door of our house to the door of any shop.