I was raised by my father, by my stepmother, by Nanny Grant… I have been raised by three different people. I have experienced the love of a father, the cruelty of a stepmother and the care of a nanny.
And from all of them, I have learned that being independent isn’t something one learns from relying on others. I have been independent when I was alone. I learned to be independent when all I could lean on was myself.
I had learned that when no one is helping, when nothing is going your way, all you could trust is yourself. When everything seems to be impossible, the only person you can rely on is yourself. It was common sense, however, it’s a difficult experience.
When I knew I was pregnant, when I was visiting the OB without a significant other, aside from Tracy, I planted in my head
