I was born on October 17, 1984, in a very poor family.
My parents were farm laborers who worked every day under the hot sun just to feed their children.
I was the youngest of four siblings. One of my brothers passed away when we were still young, leaving a deep scar in our family. Life was never easy for us.
Since childhood, I was known as a quiet boy. I did not have many friends. I preferred to stay silent and observe the world around me.
Strangely, most of the people who became my friends were considered troublemakers. They were known for their wild behavior, but for some reason they always respected me.
Even though I spent time with them, I never followed their bad paths. I stayed true to myself.
Maybe they saw something different in me. Maybe they knew that deep inside, I only wanted a better life.
My parents might have been poor, but they had one dream: their youngest child must go to school and have a future better than theirs.