“Capella is that you?” she called from the kitchen. “Who else would it be walking in your house, Ma?” I called my aunt Ma because she was my mother in my eyes. When I broke my arm in third grade, she was the one that sat in the emergency room for hours with me until they saw me. When I had the flu in sixth grade, she sat up all night with me to make sure that the fever broke. Everything that a mother does, she had surpassed that for me.
