I do not have much memory of the first time my parents went to rehab, but I was about 4 years old and my sister and I moved in with my grandmother in Chelsea, Manhattan. My grandmother lived in a one-bedroom apartment so my sister and I would sleep on the sofa bed together. I’d say the most influential and constant person in my life was my grandmother. Thanks to her, I learned how to be a strong independent woman, to never need a man to take care of me and to know that I can achieve everything on my own.