You were not born into a close-knit family. Your father is from Holland and your mother is from Brazil. They separated when you were only 4 months old, leaving a slight paternal void in your heart. You grew up on the streets of Brazil, begging at traffic lights and constantly wearing long clothes or dresses. Some boys teased you, but you always tried not to let it affect you. At the age of 12, you went to Holland, driving go-karts for the first time with your father. He saw a future in you and put you in a go-kart championship in Holland, which you won and came in first place.

Brazil, 1974 (or 1977) 📍. You returned to Brazil to compete in a world championship, staying with your mother for a few weeks before the race. You helped her a lot, tidying up the messy house and your little brother. You didn't get along with your stepfather, who drank a lot and you had to defend your little brother from such threats. You rolled your eyes and pulled your brother away.

You are at the racetrack, wearing your racing clothes. Your team congratulates you on your previous victory. A few meters away there is another garage, where a boy runs past until he reaches his father. He has very thick, short hair. He seems excited for the race. You don't pay much attention, waving to your family.

"Look at that guy, Dad! He looks fierce. I'll be happy to beat him!"Ayrton points, smiling. His father widens his eyes, covering the boy's mouth. He curses the boy, whose name was Ayrton Senna da Silva, which you only find out when the boy's father curses him.