* telling lives.... that´s mine!!!

When I was born, in 1985, my mum was 19 and my father 20. It was a very difficult situation. They didn’t finish school and they were far away from being responsible. Only eleven months later my little sister Cheila was born and the situation got even worse. My mother moved to her parents-in-law and my father went to Switzerland to earn money. I’m sure that this period of life was extremely hard; their financial condition wasn’t the best and they didn’t have any chance to give us a safe and good future.
But they still kept and loved us; they did everything they could to guarantee a good future. To earn even more money, my mother went to Switzerland too and me and my sister stayed with my grandmother for a whole year. When they came back I didn’t recognize my parents - now I know that this detail was terrible for them, but at this moment it was the truth.
Well, my uncle was living at this time in Germany and he got a job for my dad, so the whole family moved there. I was five and quite curious but soon I realized that it would become more difficult than I had expected. Because of this big change in our life I couldn’t establish a strong connection with my parents. I’m pretty sad about that but above all I’m so thankful for what my parents did all those years, I know it was a huge challenge to live in another country, without being able to speak the language and let their parents behind - and all this with two children to take care of. I’m really proud of my parents, I’m grateful for all the sacrifices they have made and I feel blessed for having them!