My father’s childhood was very tough. When he was eight, he moved to
Lima leaving all his friends. The first months was difficult because he didn’t know anyone. One year later, his father died due to a mortal disease. Being the older of three brothers, he was forced to help his mother to sell in the market at mornings. He didn’t like the idea of selling raw foods, but he was able to get used to. His poverty didn’t allow his family to buy a menu everyday, so he had to learn how to cook at a very young ager. Cooking for a family was very difficult for him, sometimes he forgot to remove stuff like fish scales or chickens’ skin. Because he had to work and cook in the mornings, he went to school at nights. Many of the schools on that time, had rivalry with others. So, he was involved in many fights with other students. Although the difficult situations he had, he remained being a friendly and persevering person.