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, I mean my dad isn't alive, but my mother is about to retire. She and my siblings live in a quaint little town called Gondola, on our family farm, a place that's been in our family for generations."
"I'm sorry for your father," Christian says, knowing that she must have been her father's little girl.
