She is my everything. The air I breathe, the food I need, even the drink of water I enjoy, when she makes me sing. Whitney, that's her name. But she's not around as much anymore, and things just haven't been the same. It's not her fault her mother and I don't get along anymore. But I take care of my baby when she's here, and our relationship is like a video game. I'm trying to get high score.