My mother’s death, which happened when I was 13, had a big impact on me. It was the day after Christmas, and everything happened so fast—too fast. I remember a moment that I shared with her. The day I started primary school, she forced me to wear a suit and a bow tie because she was that proud about me beginning my studies. She has always been proud of me. I’m sure that, up there, she still is. That’s my hope, anyway.