Also . . .
We are in my grandparents' room, Yaya and I. We're sorting through old pictures. I am eleven years old. I still call her Yaya because that's what I've always known her as. Here we call our nannies Yaya, a term of endearment of sorts, like we call grandmothers Lola, and grandfathers Lolo. Yaya is actually not my nanny but my younger brother's, but since I was barely two when my brother was born, Yaya's duties were sometimes extended to me.
