Little Butterflies

Chapter One- A lovely Morning

Here I am becoming a Father of four kids overnight, at 18 years old. The four kids however used to be my younger siblings and here I am. All on my own, I don't even know what the hell to do. I wanted to be doing other things, I had other plans for my future; but as I grew up it became evident that my future wouldn't be how I wanted.

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Micheal's POV~

"Hey!! Breakfast is ready!" I yelled, as I slid the fried egg off the pan and onto a plate. I held my 7 month old brother in my left hand. I heard stumbling down the stairs and saw my youngest sister, Lillian. She had her hair all frizzed up and her bow was randomly tied in there. "Oh crap..." I sighed as I gestured her over, she skipped to me and turned around knowing what I was gonna do.

"Can you do the pretty box-braids my friend's mom gives her?" Lillian looked up at me holding her bow that I took out a few minutes beforehand.

"I-I.. Lillian, you know I don't know how to do those..-" I sighed, she always asked me to do them but no one else knows how to do them except my Father, but he's never around. I heard Lillian sniffle and I froze "ah... Lillian please..- don't cry.."

"It's not fair.. I wanna look like the other pretty girls.." She sniffled. I wasn't great at hair, especially doing hers and my other sister Cecilia's. They have VERY curly and rough hair, I struggle badly. I never grew up being taught how to do black people's hair, my father wasn't much help either. I could do my moms and little brothers easily, sisters? Not so much. I fluffed up her hair a bit and clipped her bow more straight.

"I'll try harder next time, okay? I promise" I looked at her, she nodded. "Okay now go eat" she skipped to the table and I saw my sister Ceci at the table already. She mainly straightened her hair but she didn't know how to take care of the curls properly. They both started eating, I noticed my little brother Arthur hadn't come down yet. "Hey Ceci, could you take Aspen? Arthur hasn't come down. I'm just gonna check up on him" She nodded, I walked over to her and carefully handed the baby to her "Careful with his neck" and then left the kitchen to head to my brother's room. I crossed the living room on my way there and saw my mother on the couch, she laid there spread out chugging her whiskey. I sighed and proceeded to my brother's room down the hall.

He's chronically ill, usually in and out of hospitals. He struggles with two chronic illnesses so it is hard to keep up with everything he needs. I knocked on the door, I heard a raspy voice come through. "Come in..."

"Hey bud.." I opened the door and saw him doing his breathing treatment on his Nebulizer. "Sorry didn't realize you just started on that" I sat next to him on the bed.

"It's f-fine, I got about 10 minutes left" he coughed, I rubbed his back slowly.

"Well breakfast is ready, do you want me to get your bags ready? Or do you want to?" He sat there for a moment and shook his head.

"Can y-you..? I'm too tired.." he muttered, proceeding to cough. I nodded and pulled his feeding pump out from behind the nightstand beside his bed.

"We also have to replace your bandage, any special requests?" I smiled to lighten the mood, I went through his med cart and grabbed some feeding formula and a bag.

"Um.." he swayed his feet, "can you cut the purple bandage into a heart?" He turned off his Nebulizer and started to put it away.

"Of course" I blew into the bag and poured two bottles of the plain feeding formula into it, then grabbed the unflavored pedialyte and poured roughly an equal amount. I started to shake it so it'd mix thoroughly. I stood and latched it onto the pump. "Okay now I'm gonna do the bandage okay?" I pulled his old bandage off and held his tube still while I wiped down his cheek with an alcohol wipe, then I took a purple bandaid and grabbed some scissors from his med cart. I cut it into a heart. I adjusted his tube more comfortably over his ear and put the bandaid over the tube on his cheek.