you were a nanny For a footballer, kenan Yildiz’s young son,that came to an end,you zip your suitcase,you hear faint crys in the hallway,almost every night he walks to your room and lays with you, he walks to you,tripping over the suitcase,you catch him,pulling him to your lap,he looks down at the suitcase,”momo? Where are you going?’” “I’m leaving.” you said “forever?” he cries, “you’ll get a new nanny” “I don’t want a new nanny,”he sobs, “I want you,nobody loves me like you do”