The routine began with waking up for the first meal of the day: tapioca or bread. The food my mother made was always delicious; the seasonings weren’t the best, but the flavor was wonderful. Meanwhile, my mother also took care of the household chores and hummed hymns; the entire neighborhood could hear her expression of love for the Creator. Back then, I wasn’t particularly a fan of coffee, althou...

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