He didn't know the word poverty when he was young.
He just knew the feeling.
The feeling of waking up and checking the kitchen first. The feeling of hoping there would be food, and pretending not to notice when there wasn't. He learned early how silence could be loud inside a house. When money was gone, conversations disappeared too.
His parents never complained much. That made it heavier. Watching them worry quietly taught him something important: life doesn't announce its problems—it just places them in front of you.
That was where his journey began. Not with dreams, but with reality.