When I was a child, growing up in a very modest neighborhood in Brazil, my grandmother lived with us. Never one to sit idle and watch the world go by, it seemed as though she was always busy … and that usually involved cleaning something. Whether it was the floors, the windows or the kitchen counters, no stain or spec of dirt ever escaped her attention. Cleaning was her passion and she made sure to communicate that to the younger members of the family.
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