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NON-FICTION
First Person
He would present a channel to teach people how to make Brazilian mom's food. For that, we would also write together the book of recipes as another income source. Therefore, some of those recipes would never be streamed.
He wanted me in front of the camera too. "I am not a mom," he declared with a wink.
It was the single point I was backpedaling big time, and afraid I bolted, he put the topic to rest.
His working plan was quite simple. We would be trying my recipes until the precise measures held the exact taste they had at my home.
That was tricky.
BIOGRAPHY
First Person
My very first memory is about the train. I am not sure how old I was, but my parents told me I was going to the pediatrician.
The station was the ordinary block of cement, fenced and with an iron gate. The agent received the money, opened the gate, and allowed you onto the platform.
I am not sure how old I was, but my father was dumbfounded by this memory.
He said I should have had freshly turned two. He was sure I wasn't older because the whole train station had undergone some remodeling just after I turned that age.
