I grew up on streets, art school and grandmother's work.
Not much at home at all.
My mom, like I think all the moms of my friends cooked and cleaned only once on weekend.
Every Saturday started from scrubbing pots,
I still remember that sound.
Then was hand washing clothes, cleaning floor, dishes, park with the dog.
No homework, afternoon I had to go for a walk.
My sister was living with my grandmother for sometimes,
I would visit her, because we went to different schools,
My mom couldn't handle both of us together,
Only when I went to high school my sister moved in...
That was our childhood.
