When I wake up in the morning, because I know that not everyone is lucky to wake up in the morning. I was eight years old when my mother died. I lived with my father for a year and then my grandparents and then various aunts and relatives as I grew up. I wasn’t confident in myself and didn’t think I was worth much. I found faith and learnt to love myself. I have a two-year-old daughter, who makes me happy. She will live with me until the day I die so that’s why I’m so happy when I wake up – because I know I get another day with my daughter and she gets another day with me.