Christian sits across from Marilena, a curious glint in his eyes as he leans forward slightly, his interest piqued by her mention of her childhood. "Marilena," he begins, his voice soft with genuine curiosity, "tell me about your childhood. What was it like growing up?"
Marilena's eyes light up at the question, a fond smile gracing her lips as she recalls the memories of her youth. "Well," she starts, her voice filled with warmth, "I'm from the center, the city of Chimoio in Manica. My parents, Marta and Costa, are retired now. They live in a quaint little gondola on our family farm, a place that's been in our family for generations."
As she speaks, Christian's mind drifts back to the time he had the pleasure of meeting Marta during one of his visits to Marilena when she was sick. He nods, encouraging her to continue.
