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In a new episode of life’s emotional stories, Romelu Lukaku has revealed that his family was so poor in Belgium that they borrowed bread from the bakery to eat, and pay later.
Romelu Lukaku, who currently is representing Belgian at the ongoing FIFA World Cup in Russia, has shared a very emotional story about his childhood and poverty, saying that he watched milk fizzle out from his family’s lunch table at six, adding that when he was 12, he wore his father’s shoes to training, but promised to make it at 16.
Read his full emotional story below:
“I remember the exact moment I knew we were broke. I can still picture my mum at the refrigerator and the look on her face.
I was six years old, and I came home for lunch during our break at school. My mum had the same thing on the menu every single day: Bread and milk. When you’re a kid, you don’t even think about it. But I guess that’s what we could afford.
Then this one day I came home, and I walked into the kitchen, and I saw my mum at the refrigerator with the box of milk, like normal.
But this time she was mixing something in with it. She was shaking it all up, you know? I didn’t understand what was going on.
Then she brought my lunch over to me, and she was smiling like everything was cool. But I realized right away what was going on.
She was mixing water in with the milk. We didn’t have enough money to make it last the whole week. We were broke. Not just poor, but broke.
My father had been a pro footballer, but he was at the end of his career and the money was all gone. The first thing to go was the cable TV. No more football. No more Match of the Day. No signal.
Then I’d come home at night and the lights would be shut off. No electricity for two, three weeks at a time.
Then I’d want to take a bath, and there would be no hot water. My mum would heat up a kettle on the stove, and I’d stand in the shower splashing the warm water on top of my head with a cup.
There were even times when my mum had to “borrow” bread from the bakery down the street.
The bakers knew me and my little brother, so they’d let her take a loaf of bread on Monday and pay them back on Friday.
I knew we were struggling. But when she was mixing in water with the milk, I realized it was over, you know what I mean? This was our life.
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