Being poor is expensive. I learned it the hard way, without theories or lectures. I lived it.
When you have a child with Down syndrome, you discover that life is not only more complex, but much more expensive. Love is never lacking, but neither are expenses: healthcare, physical therapists, a speech therapist, a pulmonologist, therapies, medications. Everything adds up. Everything weighs. And when you're poor, every penny counts.
My wife and I migrated in search of a future. And although she hasn't been able to work as she would like (because she's almost entirely dedicated to caring for and supporting our son), she always finds ways to help: she teaches Spanish to Brazilians, advises friends, and collaborates however she can. Her dedication inspires me to continue studying and fighting for our family.
Crises have not been lacking, but amidst the chaos, we learned to bond more. To not break. To support each other. Our marriage has been strengthened through tears, sleepless nights, and difficult decisions. But also with hope.
Today, in addition to working hard to cover the basics, I'm building something for the future: a small Bitcoin account.
It's for them, for my two children. I want them to have something I didn't have: a starting point. But more than leaving them money, my greatest responsibility is to help them grow by understanding how the world works, to learn to be truly free, and to value every small step, every decision.
It's not easy being poor. It's not easy raising a child with special needs. But here we are. Living, resisting... and sowing something for tomorrow.
I think that since I wrote my redemption, I also feel freer to share my stories, to open up, to talk about my dreams and desires. I think that thanks to those blows, I began to know myself better, to understand what really matters, and to stop being afraid of vulnerability.
What good things have come out of you in the midst of difficulties?