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⋆ 𝑀𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⋆

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ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴅ. 💙

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MY MIGRATION STORY

I was two and a half years old when my parents moved our family to Africa. I can't fully recall how my life was at the time, given the fact I was so young, yet there are a bunch of photographs of me interacting with animals or visiting zoos.

After a year, we returned to Brazil, but our stay was brief. When I was four, we moved to Cuba. As one might expect, as a consequence of Cuba being an island country, the sea became my constant companion. It was mainly there where I developed my deep love for the ocean. I would often travel to the islands surrounding the country and go for a daily swim at the beach my condominium owned.

In Cuba, I made many friends, many of whom I still talk to this day. Language was not a barrier for me. English was actually my first language at the time, and I enjoyed speaking it very much. I would say Spanish was definitely more complicated, so interacting with native citizens was a challenge.

When I was eight, we moved to Panama. The move was hard, especially saying goodbye to my friends in Cuba. Panama was different, with its own unique charm. But making friends was never a problem for me.

After a year and a half, we moved back to Brazil. This return was the hardest. I was older now. Brazil felt both familiar and strange. I had been visiting it for many years, but always within the bubble of my family. The culture shock was intense. I struggled with the local dialect of Portuguese, my accent a blend of the places I'd lived.

As usual, I quickly made new friends who were curious about my life, but I wasn't like everybody else. I didn't know many songs, slangs, and inside jokes. My roots weren't Brazilian, and throughout my whole life I felt like that. The girl who had seen the world but didn't quite belong anywhere.

Looking back, my journey across continents shaped who I am, even though the transitions were tough, I wouldn't change a thing. My love for the sea remains. Every time I go to the beach. I spend hours by the shore, feeling the soft, white sand between my toes and the salty breeze. Each place, with its unique culture and people, taught me adaptability, and the beauty of diversity. The hardest part was always the goodbyes, leaving behind friends, but every friend I made and lost, each language barrier I overcame, they all made me who I am today.

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𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 "𝙂𝙤𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡" 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙.

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𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝-𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝-𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝-𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝-𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚄𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚊. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝙰𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊. 𝙸𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝-𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚅𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚘. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝟷𝟻 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝-𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝-𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚝á𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚂ã𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚘.

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𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯ö𝘥𝘦𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯ö𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩!

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦.

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𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.

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𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗲:

𝟭𝟬𝟬 𝗚𝗥 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 (𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗿) 𝟬𝟬

𝟭 𝗲𝗴𝗴

𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝘁

𝗠𝗶𝘅 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗮 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀.

𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝟯𝟬 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝟭𝟬𝟬 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝘀, 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.

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This was me as a baby.

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𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘱𝘢.

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My father, my brother, and I.

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Mini me in Africa

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ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ. 💞

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✮ 𝑀𝓎 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✮

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ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɪɴ ᴄᴜʙᴀ.