mother

My mother immigrate many years ago form Africa to Europe, leaving behind, her family in search of a better life.

Whatever she left behind, she never left it, she had never fogotten her country, family, language or culture. She brought it with her, to a new country, mixing it with what she had learned here, shaping not just who is her, but who, her daughters, are.

We never forget who we are or from where do we come from, is always present, always alive.