My nanny, Martha, she is the one that raised me. She changed my diapers, cooked me food, taught me how to do anything and everything. When her and her ex-husband and her were trying to have babies she got the job to work with me. She found out when i was 3 months old that she couldn't have babies. Then after a year of fighting with her husband, he filled for a divorce. She was devastated, but she never showed it around me. She still came and took care of me every single day. Some nights i would go to her house because my birth parents would throw parties and i couldn't sleep. When i turned 6 years old, i asked her if i could call her mom. She asked me why, and i told her “Because at school they told me a mommy takes care of you and puts band-aids on your boo boos.” So she said i could call her whatever i want. So under any nonpublic lights, she is who i consider my mother.