Hello everybody. I was born in Beira. I never knew my father. My Mom told me that he died in a car accident when she was 7 months pregnant, and when I was 6 months old, I went to live in Maputo for 4 years with my uncle. Then I came to live to Vilankulo with my Mom. My mother spends her days on the field and on the market; she leaves at five in the morning. I help her on the field as well, watering, raking and looking for wood. We are living in a one room local made house. When she had a bad day at the market, I spend a day without eating. We are lucky because we have a little well in our yard, so we do not need to carry water from far away. We help our neighbors with water too.