I am seventeen and I have kids.
But let me be clear, they're not technically mine. But since I was twelve I have cooked, cleaned, taken care of, and been there supporting them at games and competitions and concerts. I haven't let them grow up alone, and therefore sacrificed my own childhood so they could have one that was decent, or I tried to make it decent at least.
But finally I didn't have to do it alone for awhile. They're as much as her family as they are mine now. I mean she has done so much for them in the short amount of time she has been around. From taking them to school to going into the principles office with one of them because they were being bullied. Or coming over just because they wanted to see her. There was no other reason other than because she loves them.
She not only helps me with them, but she helps me handle the many other things like getting out of the house for a breather or helping me set the table and making sure I stay on track when I'm at the store(even though she gets distracted when she needs something). I know I can tell her anything without judgment. She put pieces of me back together. I love her. And I love how she takes care of the kids just as well as I do.
