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by starlite_33

by starlite_33

When I look at my siblings, I get angry.

I get angry trying to figure out their future.

Of course, I wouldn't know because no one does.

They are raised completely different from me.

I choose to raise them so they wouldn't have to have my memories.

I choose to show them other things so they wouldn't be exposed to bad things.

I couldn't keep up. They have seen things they shouldn't.

Raising them isn't easy.

The one thing I am afraid of is their lack of independence.

They are always given things.

They don't know how to function without someone.

helping is my job.

The things they can't do are the things they need to know.

It's unfortunate seeing them rely on everyone.

What if they end up being that way as teenagers? as adults?

How could they survive the filth of this world and the monsters in it?

I am not asking them to do everything.

I just want them to know the basics.

I don't want them to get hurt. At least not as bad as I did.

I know they are just kids.

I don't want them to wish they weren't.