I was born in a home whose walls seemed like a map of the world. Pictures of family members and relatives filled every corner, spread across North and South America. My paternal grandparents’ families had been taken by life to distant cities. Some settled in São Paulo, Brazil, while others made their homes in Texas, USA. Between those pictures, stories traveled like birds moving between seasons: stories of journeys, letters filled with anticipation, the longing for reunions, and news that crossed oceans before reaching doorsteps.
