You grow up fighting to be heard, fighting to survive, fighting for a chance. We all wear masks. The difference is, mine doesn’t come off with the grease paint. Mamãe had ten children – that’s a lot of mouths to feed and hands to keep track of. She was strong so we became strong, but she was tired, distracted, and sometimes we didn’t need to try to get into trouble. Grandma though, she could see right through you. Heaven help you if you tried to lie to her, all she needed was a look. I’ve honed my interrogation skills over the years, but I learned them at Grandma’s knee.
I spent a lot of time on my own. Maybe you wonder if family is important to me. If they made me who I am today. Where do you think I got my first knife?