From someone who was raised by their biological grandmother

I was raised since 6 months of age by my maternal grandmother who I have always called my mum because she is. I was taken in and she was my legal guardian, my bio parents were alive and well but one was a horrid man and my bio mother was too traumatised to keep me so it was easier to forget me. It touches me seeing the true love of a grandmother cause mine has always supported me. She cut off her own family for being racist towards me, she gave up so much for me and she has always accepted me in everything. When I was growing up she made it clear she didn't care what I was or who I liked aslong as I was happy. This really just hits right into the warmest part of my heart and reminds me of home